Quote (PixileDust @ May 20 2012 03:21pm)
Human potential is unfortunately limited. Death is inevitable. Life is brief or as someone I know well said, "t'is but a vapor." The ramifications of this are devastating. What is the Point? What drives humanity on? We look around and somehow find hope despite an unstoppable death, which is our absolute end. Our lives are meaningless and yet we still care about our actions and how they affect others. The world as a whole is also worthless, pointless, yet we still wish to protect it. Humanity is crumbling, if we as a race believe in no eternal existence or after life but decide to believe in randomness then we essentially accept death, hopelessness, and depression.
What is the point of doing good, following rules, or abiding by a code of morals or any form of ethics when we will all cease to exist within 100 years? 100 years in the scheme of total existence is minuscule, thus we are minuscule, considering we are only one of the six billion that lived during that 100 years. I personally find it difficult to accept such a notion, to accept the idea that I am meaningless, my family is meaningless, my country, meaningless, and even the very universe we inhabit such a small portion of, meaningless. I wonder sometimes what drives someone, what keeps them going, how does one justify the existence of a conscious? Therefore, I have to choose to believe in meaning. I have to accept that there is a point, lest I forfeit myself.
Quote (wheniwassevenishotacheetah @ May 20 2012 04:53pm)
It's a nice day outside. There were babes everywhere. I had food and beer. I felt the satisfaction of completing work. That there are several billion others out there doesn't take away from individual experience.. it adds to it. Death is inevitable, but you aren't dead yet, so deal.
/e also the world pop. is estimated to have topped 7 billion as of march. pretty big difference between 6 and 7 so.. do you feel even more insignificant?
Have you just started forming your beliefs, or is this as far as you've made it over a long while? What's your hang-up with death? Why does something small not matter? Why is life ending more important than living? This seems like the rant of an embittered middleschooler.