Gordian Knot
Being Deviant IS My Art.
Is there a purpose to living? Or is it possible that beyond the skills necessary to survive, anything else is irrelevant. Indeed pointless. Anything else people have created to give their life meaning is mere illusion. A panacea to placate our minds into believing there is indeed purpose.
Someone asked me why I believe there is plenty to know. Why I think there is much to learn, even if we are fated as a species to never answer the really BIG questions. How did the Universe come from nothing? Are there Gods? Is there life for us beyond our deaths in this plane of existence?
Why are we here? Here is the answer that works for me. The purpose of life is to live. Not to simply exist, but to Live. To experience all that this realm of existence has to offer, both the good and the bad; the ordinary and the extraordinary. And as a result of those experiences, grow as a person.
Living with purpose. Experiencing, learning, growing, these are the reasons we are here. These are the circumstances that make it worth having lived. Even if there is nothing beyond this existence. Even if there are no Gods, no afterlife. If one has truly lived during the oh so short time we have, that was a life worth living.
We have tools, natural tools which we call our senses. Why do we have them if we were never meant to use them. We have minds that wonder, minds that ponder. Why bother having such tools as thinking and imagining if our minds were meant to be sterile?
How we use, or abuse, these tools are up to each one of us. One can embrace love or hate, an open mind or one completely closed, morality or the lack thereof. And, yes, even the right to ignore the gifts we have; to believe they are illusory and purposeless.
Even if all we experience has no purpose, everything we learn is an illusion, it is still worth doing. Because this is the human condition. These are the only tools we have.
Also, it is my belief that the day we stop growing is the day we start dying. Dying inside to the point that we become hollow shells shambling along through our lives until we end.
To paraphrase an old saying “A Life is a Terrible Thing to Waste”.
Someone asked me why I believe there is plenty to know. Why I think there is much to learn, even if we are fated as a species to never answer the really BIG questions. How did the Universe come from nothing? Are there Gods? Is there life for us beyond our deaths in this plane of existence?
Why are we here? Here is the answer that works for me. The purpose of life is to live. Not to simply exist, but to Live. To experience all that this realm of existence has to offer, both the good and the bad; the ordinary and the extraordinary. And as a result of those experiences, grow as a person.
Living with purpose. Experiencing, learning, growing, these are the reasons we are here. These are the circumstances that make it worth having lived. Even if there is nothing beyond this existence. Even if there are no Gods, no afterlife. If one has truly lived during the oh so short time we have, that was a life worth living.
We have tools, natural tools which we call our senses. Why do we have them if we were never meant to use them. We have minds that wonder, minds that ponder. Why bother having such tools as thinking and imagining if our minds were meant to be sterile?
How we use, or abuse, these tools are up to each one of us. One can embrace love or hate, an open mind or one completely closed, morality or the lack thereof. And, yes, even the right to ignore the gifts we have; to believe they are illusory and purposeless.
Even if all we experience has no purpose, everything we learn is an illusion, it is still worth doing. Because this is the human condition. These are the only tools we have.
Also, it is my belief that the day we stop growing is the day we start dying. Dying inside to the point that we become hollow shells shambling along through our lives until we end.
To paraphrase an old saying “A Life is a Terrible Thing to Waste”.