What IS the point of our small, useless lives, anyway? I have thought and thought, and I still can’t come up with a satisfactory answer. Sometimes I feel like I am becoming an agnostic or even an atheist, because I can’t always fathom some larger “entity” giving a crap about what we little insignificant creatures do or think. We cannot possibly be that important in the scope of things. Or maybe that’s just my own self speaking. I feel like I am so insignificant and tiny and belittled that it wouldn’t even matter if I was here or not. No one would even blink an eyelash if I suddenly wasn’t there, except maybe to wonder where their dinner or clean laundry was, or why the cat litter is smelling so bad, and isn’t there usually someone around who handles that kind of unpleasant stuff? And to think I don’t even have the semi-respectable title if “wife” to go along with my drudgery duties, rendering me even more invisible. It’s 10:45 pm. Corey isn’t here. Again. And no one seems to want to hire me, or even to bother to call me back to TELL me they don’t want to hire me. Maybe I really AM invisible. As well as being a complete weenie. Bleh.
Categories: Miscellany
16 Comments
Mandy · October 20, 2001 at 4:19 pm
I care and I just stumbled upon you. 🙂 I’m having one of those days too…
Faith · November 18, 2001 at 10:29 am
I care too…even if I`m a stranger to you.
Mark · August 8, 2002 at 5:00 pm
:(Whats the point of life. life always leads to an end. and ill always be alone.lifes going nowhere fast and im only 13 :huh:
shizzam · February 18, 2003 at 9:42 pm
the point of life is to take everystep every breath and day at a time. no matter how hard things may get theres going to be a new day. we should be happy to be part of this world to enjoy every oppertunitie we get. trying to make every step, breath and day better then the last.
JuccyJuce · December 15, 2003 at 6:13 pm
Who are you. We all nothing. I ve been thinking this lately. The more yout hink the more depressed you become. All i end up thinking is that I am so small and my worries are so insignificant. If it all ends then what’s the point. That is why I have to believe in the “greater entity” you speak of.
Cyd · December 17, 2003 at 1:35 pm
me · January 2, 2004 at 11:04 pm
Life is Life , there is no point … u just live , were simple servents of god
Richard · January 5, 2004 at 12:18 am
some times i think i see the point in life, but i don’t really know i just take it day by day, someday i think it will all make sence
Joe · January 25, 2004 at 11:26 am
But you see, you don’t get depressed because you think about it, you get depressed because you realize it. So if you’re a servant, that’s kinda like being a slave right? Slaves were beaten and no one cared. When you sit and think, and realize that this pointless little life is just a simple reoccuring chain of action and reaction, why not it depressed? You’re working your whole life to accomplish someone else’s goals, and then you try to say well, I’m happy because there is a god. Has he told you this himself? No, you’re stupid. You are going on believing a system made back when no one was educated and had nothing better to think. You see a naked woman, the impulse from your eye goes to your brain, then C bonds with H and blah blah, your dick gets hard. Why? Do you love this woman? No. Light hit your eye so your dick got hard. You get depressed when you think about life. Why? There must be a reason. Instead of being depressed try to figure out why you get depressed when you think about it. Or think about how maybe the government really does control your life more than you think. Is what they say really always right? NO and if you think so you are the problem with the world today. The people who don’t even stop to think about life. IF there is a god, because I don’t deny one, I just push the lack of the direct influence and knowledge of one, are we even supposed to be working or using this technology? The bible says the end will come. Who knows, maybe we’re an alien experiment, the possibilities are endless, but what I know is that in the Renissiance people cared about questions such as these, and modern education has turned us into programmed machines.
Bender · February 6, 2004 at 1:35 am
Life is a lesson, you learn it when you trough,
What are you scared of more?
Infinity or End
Bender · February 6, 2004 at 1:43 am
I got it
When you loose purpose or goal you want to archive in your life you start thinking about this dumb question. If you like to avoid it try to think of things you want to archive in your life and do it. Life will be so much easier
I hope i was helpfull
Simon · February 11, 2004 at 6:24 am
Look. What would you do if you found a letter on your doorstep, telling you the meaning of life; your purpose? You’d either feel even worse if it was something really lame, or overwhelmed with responsibility if it was so big. I think it’s great that you’re questioning things but don’t think so logically. There cannot be a meaning or a reason to all of this, you can ask “why?” an infinite amount of times: “how does this work?”, “like this…”, “why?”, “because…”, “why?”, etc etc. If you lose everything, what happens? Nothing. It sounds lame but you’re still alive. We created responsibility and meaning to aid our lives, like we ‘need’ things to do stuff, most of which is just in built responses like a computer program. I believe in God, I don’t see how it can’t be. I don’t believe in a guy sitting on a cloud or anything, and in fact I don’t know what I believe. My advice, don’t be afraid of non-sense, infinity, or unanswered questions. The moment you think you know something, is the moment you know nothing. Be more like a tree or the sky and just ‘be’.
Did that help?
JC · February 18, 2004 at 10:12 pm
I’m 16 and I’ve been feeling pretty down too lately. I keep wondering why my life has any importance, anyways I’m not writing cause I got an answer. But I do have a method of relieving my pain. It may be corny, but I write poems. Here’s one:
I stand here, an unsightly figure with feelings of pain and remorse
Guilt for cursing the world with my undesired presence
My life could not possibly be worse
And so I apologize for plaguing humanity with my existence
Reduced to a state of nothingness
I am left standing on a bridge, waiting for this
An indication of value, of importance
But my life has no significance
And so, as I take my last breath
The final step before death
A reflection of oblivion
Like the mirror image of my life, nothing.
Depressed · February 23, 2004 at 6:08 pm
depressing thoughts..
example: what’s the point of recycling if we could just stop having children? wouldn’t stopping birth be far more effective than recycling? If we stopped birth, what would be the point of anything, though?
If there is a point in a rock, is there a point in life? why not just have creatures out there with no brains (rocks)?
Depressed · February 23, 2004 at 6:09 pm
more depressing thoughts..
why am I posting?
why are you posting?
what is the point? of what?
Meredith · February 26, 2004 at 6:54 pm
Ok, here is a romantic’s/transcendentalist point of view that kinda makes your head hurt. OF COURSE THE WORLD EXISTS AND YOU ARE THE CENTER OF IT. would the world be here without you? look into your mind and think about it, would all these people be here..do you know that they exist when YOU aren’t in contact with them. it might sound egotistical, but think about it. religion — don’t look too deeply into it or you might miss the point. they were human after all, and we like to believe mystical stories because they are a form of escapism. but don’t let yourself become buried in the “escape”, LIVE. eat, drink, and be merry. if you like material things and they truely make you happy, don’t let others tell you that you’re wrong because consumerism is what makes this world go ’round. change other people’s lives and let them change yours, and don’t expect there to be another stage after this one, or you’ll miss out completely. carpe diem it up!
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