Other than that, the search for meaning keeps me going. Although I'm beginning to wonder if there is any meaning at all. Perhaps there is no point, no greater purpose.
Would that be a bad thing? No purpose? If we like being happy and we dislike being sad, could pursuing happiness be considered a purpose?
And if there is no purpose, no point, does it really matter if any of us are here at all?
You've said "we" and "us" in this post quite a bit. But this is more personal, more "me" and "you". Mankind as a whole may be a purposeless result of evolutionary sifting, but does that make the individuals meaningless, too?
As I read your post, I thought back to when you first came to JWD. You were appealing and fun. Like so many others. I know I would miss seeing you around. Do we derive some purpose from knowing that others are interested in us, and would miss us?
Kinda kicks the whole "I am a unique and beautiful snowflake" idea to the curb, now doesn't it?!
No, no. Individualy, we are unique and beautiful. This is starting to make me feel like keeping our own individuality in the forefront of our minds would also aid in recognizing our purpose. (I used plural pronouns to speak of individuality -- There's your daily dose of irony, AuldSoul!)
Err...sorry Dave. Didn't mean to hijack your thread with my insane ramblings. You asked.
Indeed I did. And glad of it.
Dave