I have been asking myself this one question. This is nowhere close to “depressed”, “self-destructive” thinking or anything alike. Billions of people probably already asked this for many different reasons. I, of course, have my own reason. Here it is, the cliché, old school question:
What is the point of living this life if we are all going to die anyway?
Pessimists ask themselves, religious folks ask themselves, an overachiever ask himself enough time.. We think about death. We face failure in life and our brain is designed to associate pain with death. We only stopped associating pain with death because we got intelligent enough to invent antibiotic, medicines, and all things to cure our physical/mental damage.
So what is the point of living, of fulfilling your dream, of loving, of enjoying life, if one day you will just turn into dust? Don’t take me wrong. I’m enjoying my life. I love talking to people, I love looking at the plant that I’m growing, I treasure my moments with my s/o when we find time for each other within our hectic schedules. I enjoy the wind in a sunny day when we drive around in the car; I try my best in study and work and try to enjoy every moment of it (It works sometimes if you are really into studying). The list goes on and it’s just to simply prove that I do not see my life as meaningless. But why are we enjoying it ?
Just like pain, happiness, a moment of success, they are all temporary. They all will pass quickly after you experienced it for awhile.
“Life is not the amount of breath you take, but are moments that take your breath away”.
So the person who experiences life to the fullest will die soonest because he will run out of breath.
So the more you enjoy life, the sooner you’ll die.
Of course that’s not how this famous quote works. But truth is no matter how fulfilling one’s life is, it will eventually go to infinity, to the black hole of the universe, and it won’t matter anymore. That’s why I ask myself why does it matter if my goal is to, say, become a successful, respectable woman yet still a loving, caring mother one day if at the end, apparently all I will ever do is to help my genetic information be carried on to the next generation then I’m titled to die afterward.
What is the point? Seriously.
I mean, I have heard all of it. The reasons someone comes up with to answer this silly-sounded question. Oh, you should enjoy life because you won’t be able to experience it forever, so you should enjoy it while you can. Oh, life enrichment deepens our sense of living… and until you die, why not explore the “wonder” that life has to offer? As long as you are here, you might as well make the best of it….. The list goes one. However, none of this has answered my question. The only thing these philosophies/beliefs have tried to concur is to convince me to continue living my life to the fullest without any real reasons for it. It’s very much like a conservative teacher who tries to tell you to do a math problem his way because he knows it will solve the problem, but he himself can’t explain why you should use that solution. I think Einstein said this, “If you can’t explain something simply, you don’t understand it enough”. Yeah, try to tell your professors that. And try to explain this question for me. One more time.
“Life is struggling to reach your goal and the struggle is what you should enjoy since once you reach your goal, boredom takes over unless there is another higher goal” – Idk who said this, but it’s so true. Guess what happen after you achieved your goal? Your long-life goal that you have wanted every single minute of your life. Then you got it, you caught it, you realized at one moment that it was inside your reach, right in front of you, and all you had to do is to grab it. And you did. What’d happen next ?
The victory moment goes away quickly. You now have built a new goal for yourself, and start chasing it again like a squirrel after a walnut in a windy day. Human is greedy, and nothing is ever enough for us. So yes, boredom will take over our brain, our body, our consciously thriving mind until we find a new goal to chase after. That’s life. That’s how life runs around you. And until we die, that never stops.
People with true belief in religion find themselves sinking in the meaning of life easily. It’s faith. That’s something I have been confused of. I have no evidence to know if there is after-life or not. So the only thing I can do is to remain skeptic about it. Do I really have faith in anything? How many people out there have faith in anything if they do not have a God over their head who teach them how to live, enjoy and suffer life? You know you can’t force yourself into having a God in your heart if you don’t truly believe in it. I do not have all the resources, information, and evidence I need to convince myself that this world, this universe, everything that’s existing were created out of nowhere (Somebody, something must have created it but who know who/what?). Everything are simply theories, and who are we human to conclude how we were made? The absence of evidence isn’t the evidence of absence, everyone knows this ( or should). But still it’s quite naive to believe in something when there’s no evidence of its appearance at all.
Perhaps life is a test. And you don’t know what’s waiting for you next until the day you die. Learn to live for others, maybe, because that’s what will matter after you die – what you left for the world/ the people that’s important to you. And maybe, somebody else will live for you, will live because of you.