Life just is. It has no intrinsic, or built in meaning of it's own.
All the meaning that life will ever have is the meaning that you give to it.
Looks like its up to you.
Love and blessings Don
2007-03-16 01:50:32
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answered by Anonymous
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It is what makes a life worth living. And we must have meaning or we will start thinking about suicide.
Furthermore, I long to serve a purpose that is higher than just me and my own happiness.
In everyday life, the meaning and purpose of things and of works of art are given by the creator of those things. If I want to know the meaning and purpose, I must go to the creator.
Either I am created or not; there are no other choices. If I am created, then I must seek my Creator to find my purpose for existance.
If I am not created, then there is no hope. I can invent a purpose but inwardly I will always know that I invented it to serve my happiness instead being something I would serve. An invented purpose cannot be that higher purpose that I long to have.
2007-03-16 16:36:55
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answered by Matthew T 7
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I have a debilitating mental illness and am sixty. No matter!
Perhaps one such as I who is frequently suicidal can give an insight into life, (which all that is asked for), for others.
I am, though I hate "ists" and "isms" an existentialist. I became one before my teens and before I knew what an existentialist is.
Essentially I am and I feel. I KNOW nothing but I am free. I will never not be free!
I notice that there is nature around me and that is beautiful. I notice that people around me have pains and pleasures. Their happiness is contagious. Their negativity is contagious.
I spend my life trying to alleviate pain and encouraging happiness. I develop a wit and charm to get people smiling.
I am active politically.
I love nature and am influenced by it intellectually and aesthetically. I learn. I paint. People are "nature" too. I love people.
The traumas of my life I deflect with humour. I laugh at death perhaps dying to try it.
I live a short term between the amniotic fluid and the ashes and want no memorial.
For now it is enough that I am.
2007-03-16 10:40:49
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answered by salubrious 3
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Life is difficult and you don't know what will happen next. Life is very confusing, 'cuz your mind keeps rolling and rolling about something you don't really understand why. For some people like me, I think about everything a lot. Sometimes, it makes me sick! Lots of responsibilities to face with, lots of problems to be solved and start all over again from the very first time you ever noticed that life is meaningless. Although, I believe that in the end, it will just change into a meaningful life. Let us all be merry!
2007-03-16 08:54:22
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answered by Anonymous
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A life without purpose is a life without meaning.
2007-03-16 10:52:46
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answered by drg5609 6
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There are probably as many answers to that question as there are people available to answer it
however life does need a specific meaning. There can be many. For me it is simply to continue to help my friends, enjoy there company and work together toward mutual happiness,
we may as well enjoy it as much as we can, none of us are getting out of this life alive..
2007-03-16 09:19:42
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answered by rbenne 4
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I am sorry to be cheeky but because i am a fan of Douglas Adams and Hitchhikers guide to the Universe , it is undoubtedly number 42.
2007-03-19 17:35:29
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answered by just me 4
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Life is about simple pleasures. Be thankful for 7-11 burritos and good, voluminous one wipe dumps.
2007-03-16 09:00:42
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answered by W B 1
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It means what you make of it! It can be a tremendous experience or for some, a bumpy road! From what I've seen, those that complain have their issues!
2007-03-16 08:55:49
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answered by Anonymous
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for me life is a gift it doesn't matter if i have problems or if everything is OK. i just live my life and enjoy it while it last
2007-03-16 08:51:37
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answered by RED ROSE 5
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