Meaning of life |
Meaning of life |
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Lately I've felt myself in a nihilistic quandary, a Nietzchean void of chaos and uncertainty, if you will. I feel like this insecurity is due to the fact that my life seems almost complete devoid of meaning. I wake up most mornings around 7 AM. I take a shower. I have a cup of yogurt or a bow of Cracklin' Oat Bran for breakfast. I go to class at 8 AM. I have calculus most mornings, except Thursday, which is a comp sci lab. I diligently take notes in calculus. I come back to my room by 9 AM. I dally around on the computer for a while. Then I go to more class. Then I come back and waste more time on the computer, or napping. I go to my final class. Then I go to work, where I hammer out a few dozen lines of code, fix some bugs, whatever. Go back to my room, mess around on the computer, not really producing anything worthwhile. Maybe I play a video game. Maybe I nap. Probably I nap. Maybe I study later in the evening. I might even eat somewhere in there. Then I scramble to finish up some homework, and head to bed for another day of the same.
And little of what I do during the day seems to have any meaning whatsoever. Everything I do seems to be an attempt to expend the least amount of effort possible, as though I am so completely sapped of energy that the slightest effort is impossible. I feel like I used to spend much more time giving my life meaning. I used to write extensively, which forced me to really think about the world around me, and my experiences. I used to interact with people more regularly. I used to at least read and synthesize information. This is disappointing, because I strongly feel in making each day worthwhile. I am a strong atheist. My atheism has led me to realize that it is important to make everyday count, because we only get one shot at life. Yet, I feel that I rarely make everyday count. I make very few days count, in fact. But this post is not about me. The above anecdote was just a lead-in to the real question: Do you make each day count? Do you live so as to give your life meaning? If so, how? How do you feel that your life, or any person's life, can be given meaning? In short, what do you do to make living worthwhile, to use your mental and physical faculties in the most productive way? I'm not asking what the general meaning of life is; I don't intend for the usual answers. I'm interesting in seeing what you as an individual does to give your life meaning each day. |
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So I tried reading everyone's posts but it was all like a paragraph long and I get bored easily.
But I too, do the same thing everyday. I mean, I can't really "mix it up" when I go to school everyday and don't have a car. I remember I saw this one ad for American Eagle and there was this contest. I clicked on it because I was pretty curious and it was like "how you live you life" and you could write an essay about how you live your life. Like doing charity or doing something that affects other people and not just yourself. Maybe that's what they mean by giving life a meaning? Just, not doing the same thing everyday and help yourself by helping other people. I remember I was talking to this girl once around 2:00am and I was a bit buzzed. I was talking to this wicked serious girl and she is literally insane, so I've heard. I tried to get on her good side all day/night and she was having a cigarette in the shower talking about the meaning of life. I don't really remember much, but she said something about how she thinks life has no meaning, and then you just die and what is the point of it. And I sort of agree. I mean, you're living and then you just die. |
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