(Note: The following is a string of not really inter-connected thought. Proceed at your own risk.)
Life.
Life seems to be made up of problems lately, therefore making life itself one giant predicament.
I am insignificant in comparison to the rest of the world, to the rest of the universe. What is my purpose here? Do I have a purpose? Does anyone, really? What is life? What do we do? What does anything that is alive do? We live. We accomplish, we love, we work, we strive. But for what? Overall, what is the purpose of life at all? One may answer, "To attain happiness." Why, though? "Because we want to be happy.." Why do we want to be happy? Why do we even want to be alive? What is this overall purpose? Many, many people have exhausted themselves over this. What is the purpose of human existence? Of any existence, really? To thrive... To live.. To build, to work, to love. To create.
Creation.
Art.
Beauty.
I see a work of art. Be it a painting, a photograph, or even a play or literature. [...]
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Life.
Life seems to be made up of problems lately, therefore making life itself one giant predicament.
I am insignificant in comparison to the rest of the world, to the rest of the universe. What is my purpose here? Do I have a purpose? Does anyone, really? What is life? What do we do? What does anything that is alive do? We live. We accomplish, we love, we work, we strive. But for what? Overall, what is the purpose of life at all? One may answer, "To attain happiness." Why, though? "Because we want to be happy.." Why do we want to be happy? Why do we even want to be alive? What is this overall purpose? Many, many people have exhausted themselves over this. What is the purpose of human existence? Of any existence, really? To thrive... To live.. To build, to work, to love. To create.
Creation.
Art.
Beauty.
I see a work of art. Be it a painting, a photograph, or even a play or literature. [...]