Happiness is what someone told me is the meaning to life. I forget exactly who said it…it’s in my comments on this. I guess happiness applies to humans lives but what about insects. They aren’t happy. Their brains aren’t as advanced as ours they don’t think. What is their purpose besides to be pest and become food for animals. They don’t have much meaning to their lives. I guess to them though it doesn’t matter. Also, some people might never know happiness, what would their meaning of life be. Someone who’s gone threw so much horror in their life that being happy is just a fake emotion to them. Making people happy and being happy is an important aspect to the meaning of life but I am searching for the big picture.
May 06, 2006, 12:06PM PDT | 3 cheers | 0 comments
I am by no means suicidal. I just wonder why do people and things live and exist. All we do is live our lives out as a child, go to school, graduate, go to college, get a job, retire, and die. We work most of our lives. I mean some people love their jobs and stuff but still…why. What’s the point. Who’s grand master plan was it to make people do what they do and have life ultimatly result in steps such as school and work constantly. There are times for fun and risks, which I think is the real part of living. But the work and the school and all that. I just wonder why humans are like this and why we live this way. And why do animals live the way they do. They have millions of different living styles and habitats and things. But why? I always ask my self why. And i always wonder if there is life beyond Earth, if their lives are similar or totally different.
Apr 20, 2006, 03:58PM PDT | 4 cheers | 2 comments
