One has too question the revelency of the purpose. If purpose and meaning is not an objective and is merely subjective, then how much worth is there in truth? As there is no all-knowing god or any basic absolutes, what worth is our individual truths and meanings other to adapt and prolong an absurd existence? Really, we can all be armchair philosophers, but really does it really change much of anything physically?Do I really make a difference through living and existing? Its seems the more we understand, learn, find out, and conclude, it seems as though “I see things differently”, but alas nothing changes. Just the way I see it. In a world filled with 6 billion+ humans, how does my perspective help the world as a whole?
I don’t see the point as the days seems to pass, and the only thing changing is a human body slowly in transit to a all to inevitable end. Yes, I do accept death as a natural event and shall not hold and fear to it, but how we treat the end itself seems to be the factor in how we live our lives. What are the motives for a human to ponder and question so much? Is the active, conscious, pursuit of knowledge a cover-up for an unbearable boredom and drudgy of this irrational world? Why are humans, being not to far away from its relative cousins the ape, burdened with this intial yearning for knowledge? Is life really all that complicated? Or do will simply complicate simple truths for entertainment and intelluctal exercise?
It seems as though these any half-wit can somewhat survive and still be content about their lives. Don’t get me wrong sometimes simple questions and ideas about unknown things can lead to great discoveries and innovations, but for what? For the insurance of survival? For the minimalization of suffering? As humans will be evolve at all? It seems as technology evolves humans need less and less intervention with natural struggles. So how will humans take that next step to evolve? Or is it even posible anymore? Definitely won’t find out in this life time.
Now don’t get me wrong. I am fine with my life and seem to be getting by just fine. No depression or suicidal thoughts in this mind. Life itself is in full swing. But one has to wonder WHAT USE DOES THIS HAVE OTHER TO PASS TIME? How can one live at his/her best among the contradictions and paradoxes? Are we really just avoiding something else? If fear is such a detrimining factor in progress, then how can one progress and attain awareness without losing control of your sensibilty and will to live? Nietzsche in his time was very unpopular among his peers and most put off his work as nonsense. But somehow the under the insanity of his words people eventually saw a very great intellect and some argue that he is the most influnential philosophers affecting today. I guess we are moving to something, painfully slow.
With individuality, is there any room for actual peace? We fight and bicker amongst ourselves to see to it that our truths stand firm and above all. Yet if meaning is really all in the mind of an individual locked in subjectivity, then how can I (we) right? I am not so sure if peace of mind can be truly attained, amongst the differences and misunderstandings of 6+ billion humans living amongst the abyss that most would deny. Society and the individuals who created it, seem to exist only from the conflict between the two. The confusion is prolonged to perpeturate the existance of order and law. More chaos, more authority. We do it to ourselves, and I just don’t know. Like I said I don’t know. Just assumptions.
Now I am going to pee and mow my backyard.