I’m not depressed (at the moment, well maybe a little), just feeling philosophical.
Edit: the idea of this came to me because I was pondering why people fight so hard to beat diseases and live a few more years. What are they planning to do? Why exert effort just to be here longer when you don’t have a reason?
Just why?
The answer is that there’s no one answer. Since people find it, since people make it, and some people don’t think it exists. I’m that last one, just killing time until sweet oblivion finally claims me.
There is no point, no purpose, self replicating cells appeared and evolution led to where we are now.
you are the worst splinter cell agent i have ever seen OP
Happiness.
There’s so much to explore. Not just physical locations, but our own minds and each other’s too. Learning about the laws of the universe, history, and seeing what’s to come. Even pain is a thing to be experienced that the dead don’t get to.
Is all that meaningless? All of us contain our own universe within us. Sure, it would be nice to care about all the other people (if there are other people) and what impact I have on them. But if in the long run nothing I do matters to them, fuck it. I’m mainly concerned with what’s going on in here.
To explore this existence.
Optimistic Nihilism baby. Basically, if nothing we do matters in the long run, then live each day to be happy while helping to make others around you as comfortable as you can while we all take the ride.
Being alive is the only time when you can influence something, and as such, when your actions mean something.
When you’re dead, it’s over. There could be an opportunity for you to make something better for others or for your own enjoyment - but now all chances are gone.
So, why letting go of this amazing ability?
Essentially I think you’re right, we are amusing ourselves. The point is that we seem to be built to do that - we come with a nice set of compulsions that give us happy feelings when we do certain things, and if those feelings are an illusion so what? They feel real.
Why live? What’s the meaning of life? What’s the purpose of life? I hope I don’t have to explain that people have been asking this question since we first were able to form words and start thinking. You’re going to get as many different opinions to answer this question as there are people to write a response. You could spend a lifetime studying philosophy and not find a definitive answer. And in the end you just have to decide for yourself which answer most speaks to you. Are you atheist, materialist, spiritual, philosophical? Take your pick.
Personally, I like Buddhist philosophy for these kinds of questions. And I suspect the Buddha would say that we are here because of craving for sense pleasures, craving for existence, and ignorance of our true nature and the true nature of reality. We live because we want to exist, we want to have experiences and feel the things that are available to us as living beings. Whether it’s food or sex or money or adventure or admiration or love we feel like getting the things we want will make us happy. The flip side of craving is aversion, where we feel like achieving separation from those things that are unpleasant will make us happy.
Volumes have been written about this and it’s impossible to summarize well in a single post. But if it speaks to you there’s a lot more to say about it.
are we just amusing ourselves until death?
Yes. That’s arguably neither a good nor bad thing; a life with a prescribed meaning or prescribed expectations would be scary in a different way.
There’s been philosophers that got famous arguing it’s actually great and we should be excited, even, but “your mileage may vary”.
he idea of this came to me because I was pondering why people fight so hard to beat diseases and live a few more years. What are they planning to do? Why exert effort just to be here longer when you don’t have a reason?
There is a thing called quality-adjusted life years. To make decisions about certain things like transplants, and to measure the effectiveness of health policy, they absolutely will factor in how much time you’ll get from treatment and how much it’s worth living.
Nations like mine will also help you peace out gracefully.
You have total free will. You can choose to follow or break the laws, you can go do drugs or be a hobo somewhere if that’s the life you want to live.
Life is just your will to do something. And if you lose the freedom and will to do anything, you’re, in my mind, already dead.
Nothing lasts […] are we just amusing ourselves until death?
It seems to me like you are of the opinion that the finiteness of life robs it of meaning. If so, why not contribute to longevity research? It’s only been a couple decades since we learned how telomeres relate to senescence. If enough people work on the problem or donate to it, we very well might be able to crack immortality before you croak. At the very least, that will give you a few more centuries to figure out what the meaning of life is.
You might object that immortality would lead to great wealth inequality, and you’d rather live a finite life than an unfair life. You can only believe this if you believe that the finality of life does not ultimately make life worthless. In which case, why not contribute to the cause of socialism?
I’m asking why people fight to live longer, and you think I’m concerned about the finiteness of life? No. I didn’t say it would have meaning if we didn’t die. My point is, what does life mean? Why want to live forever?
You don’t even begin to address the question.
Then why did you cite that “nothing lasts” as evidence there is no meaning to life?
None of our accomplishments. The great things we do as humans.
World trade center. Library in Alexandra. etc.
Seems likely to me the lunar lander will be there for aeons to come. The pyramids are also still there. The library of Alexandria may have burned, though I don’t think that was inevitable, and many of the written works and treatises from that era still survive. Euclid’s elements is still mathematically correct.
Consider also the negation though – the burning of the library of alexandria still affects us to this day. Aristotle’s views on women and Christianity’s views on homosexuality still persist. Colonialism and slavery over the past millenium has negatively shaped the lives of billions. These are all actions by humans with enormously negative consequences that reverberate in the present. Surely we must admit that these agents had meaningful lives.
And there may have been countless more such catastrophes averted, which we don’t know about because the lack of something bad happening is not terribly newsworthy. But people who stopped such far-reaching catastrophes must surely have had meaningful lives.
I read something recently that explained every moment was like a mini death (referring to how Change is the only constant) and as such everything we do is to understand and integrate death-like processes and to see them as one cohesive whole, if we extrapolate this pattern to the process of death as a human we begin to realize that our death is so much more likely to be some pattern like that where we must question if the life we had was ever so subjectively experienced to begin with, at that point we begin to realize that our death is not to be feared any more than we should fear taking off our clothes to change them when they are dirty.
I’m not spiritual, but I believe the universe as we know it was created by higher beings on a dimensional plane we can’t comprehend. They created us as a resource. Perhaps for simulations, or science, or entertainment. I believe we are the worker ants for these beings and our collective meaning is to produce intelligence. Maybe we are an AI hive mind? Or fuck it maybe were just here to watch ufc and drink beer.
