literally, "living" comes to a point at the bottom of the "V" anyway, living is technically unavoidable. sure you can end it if you so desire, but you're pretty much forced to at least give it a try. so, as something that you have no choice on in the first place, i don't think it's necessary, or even necessarily possible to really define a point. now there probably is a point to continued survival. i'm just not sure what it is. me, i like to experience things, so i figure it's only logical to stay alive long enough to see everything that life has to offer and then move on to death, as opposed to just going straight to death and permanently closing the door on the possibility of experiencing what life has to offer. although i'm still not sure that would constitute a "point." ok, go ahead and laugh.
i didn't read the rest of this thread.. my eye hurts too much.. BUT.. your sig is from harold and maude.. i think you know the answer.. the meaning of life is to live it! i personally can not understand why you are depressed.. maybe it's my own selfishness that causes this.. but i feel if i was single had no kids i would be out exploring and livin' it up... i know it's easier said than done. you're only responsible for you.. how can that make you depressed? i just don't understand... maybe some people feel happier when they have to do things..
I think it's common for people to feel the need for something that transcends themselves. Hedonistic fun got old for me in my late 20s. You go from one distraction, to another, to another, to another...and all the time that I spent doing anything other than immediate-gratification seemed wasted. Eventually, nothing satisfied me. If I got 4 women laid in a weekend, I wanted 5. If I drank 10 shots of vodka in one night, I wanted 15. There is no end to "fun." Now I feel the need to be a giver to go along with the taker. And giving gives me a sense of personal (not universal, not logical) purpose. I still have hedonistic fun but I try to set limits. So, I'm going to go ahead and say that the purpose of life is transcendence. Only that, gives me abiding happiness.
I believe the purpose of living is no more than the ability to go on wondering what the purpose of life is.
The point of living is to work to prove creationism wrong. :biggrin: Double life points if you kill a chav whilst doing it.
First, the point of living is to fill a void. Even if that void is a homeless guy that begs for change, you will impact the life of another. Even if that impact is one made by negative association, it is an impact none the less. As for a logical reason to kill yourself that isn't emotionally charged..... there isn't one. There are plenty of reason "unclouded by emotion" to not care. But if you don't care, then why go through the hassle of killing yourself. The ones who commit suicide are the ones who DO care. They care so much about so much shit that it's overwhelming and it consumes them, IMO.
Fill what void? My vagina? The void results from humanity's awareness of the universe having no point in the first place. There is no point, and while I do get depressed about it on occasion, I am not particularly depressed about it right now and was not when I created this thread. The older I get, and the more trouble I go through, the more I find that happiness fills most of my time. There is no point to even wondering if there is a point, but it is fun, and it is laughable to watch everybody try to construct points/purposes/reasons out of nothing. In fact, I am probably worse than all of you and I like to laugh at myself as well. While it may not be a reason for living, I think life can be lived to its fullest if somebody learns to peacefully co-exist with their void, which in reality is bottomless and impossible to fill.
Logically, for some people, the hassle of killing themselves is probably miniscule compared to the undignified and useless hassle they know that they will have to suffer for years on end if they go on living.
I saw an arctile yesterday? saying a study showed terminally ill cancer patients who were more religious (prayed, meditated etc) were the most likely to demand as much medical treatment as possible including ressusitation orders. They argued whether or not a prolonged last few days equaled a better quality of life, that there was some evidence that the agony of being kept alive was very psychologically distressing and dying with a distressed state of mind may not be a great way to do things. Maybe this relates to life
to love and be loved. then the love drop will eventually merge back into the love ocean. (and this is a great thread. with both insightful and funny replies.) all we need.
Novelty. The particular geometric structure and mechanics of physics and chemistry give rise to infinite uniqueness of the total whole. There actually is no point but that is even more novel.
While it is laughable, as is everything else, it doesnt mean existence is without a reason. Reasons are not constructed out of nothing, but out of reflection, and while they tend to serve insecurity and other human hopes/fears by getting distorted in the process, the reflection happens for a reason. Whatever the reason is, however, does not have to conform to logic and actually appears to be entirely nonsense. That is the problem I see with philosophy, religion, and science; few people can accept the absurd, so there is either a balanced, structured point, or no point at all. What happened to the in between? How is that even possible? The void is not some'thing' which one can co-exist with. The void is the absence of a thing, 'it' is not bottomless because 'it' does not exist at all.