Life is a losing game

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@Three Times Great

@Jakob

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In the end, the house always wins. Whatever gains we get, we leave in the game. I don’t care if it’s your philosophy, your experiences, wealth, goodness, whatever - you die anyway.

What’s the point in playing a game where you lose in the end?

In fact, why not just tear this game up for fuck’s sake?

Why does dying mean losing the game?
That’s not a universally held position.

To some, if not most, a good death can justify an entire life.
But I suppose you value life according to possessions rather than actions.

well, meaning is what we make of it. i think thats the entire point, really, i mean what other alternatives are there? either that there is an absolute meaning that we need to “find” somehow, or that there is no meaning at all… if there is no meaning, then certainly its better to create one for ourselves than have none at all; and if there is some ultimate meaning we need to find, the only way to do this (since this meaning is certainly not apparent or obvious) would be to create meanings for ourselves and gradually try to refine and seek better meanings over time.

whats the point of life? i would ask: why does life need a point?

and if WE do indeed need a point for OUR lives, why not just make one for yourself? why just give up?

and even if life is a “game” (the metaphor is pretty flawed, but ill go with it), we play games all the time and derive meaning from the playing itself, EVEN WHEN WE LOSE IN THE END. it would seem that the game has intrinsic meaning in itself that is independent of how it ends up.

Bah, i was in a melodramatic phase when I made this.

[MagsJ (Surya Loka)]

Drama, drama, drama!

[Arcturus_Descending]

Exactly - simply put life is not a losing game but as Magsjy indirected said -

[size=150]It is a drama [/size]and all the world is a stage and we are all players and hopefully we continue to play and wear many, many masks since it is only in the wearing of these masks that we discover who we are and therefore rip off yet another mask and put on yet another mask and on and on and on into infinitity.

What fun it is indeed to be on this stage and we are both the actors and the audience and we must be both.

And it is not over until the “fat lady” sings - the Divine…

Must be the weather…