^^ Why does this question keep nagging the human soul, and why we're never satisfied by an answer?
(A thread)
One of the very initial blog posts in 2005 (when I was 18) was about the aim of life:
"Consider this, nobody lives after their death. So why waste ur whole life chasing an aim?"
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The first one – How do I live my life? – was an attempt to do a long conversation with myself.
"I live my life in a way that should look cool to me if I were watching myself"
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"Think of the meaning of life in front of a mirror and you will know the answer.. Ha Ha.."
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"I KNOW THE REAL PURPOSE OF LIFE: The sole purpose of life is to kill boredom"
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"The question of life is moot. Meaningful life is an oxymoron."
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Nihilism claimed to know the answer and that answer was meaninglessness.
But I knew in my gut that I really didn’t know the answer.
All this mental grinding over the last 15 years hasn’t erased the question from my head.
First: why do we keep questioning what is the meaning of life?
Second: why don’t we ever get satisfied with an answer?
One insight comes from evolutionary biology: our ancestors who were curious did better, survived more, and had more descendants than the ones who didn’t question things.
I made a video related to this topic earlier. Watch it here:
The answer to a ‘why’ question in the world necessarily includes a cause and an effect. Our thinking ability is shaped by our intuition about physics and that intuition says things have causes and effects.
However, when we apply it to our life and ask a question such as ‘why am I alive’, or ‘what’s the meaning of life’, we don’t perceive a necessary cause or a necessary effect.
I can choose to lounge around. I can choose to change the world. Or I can choose to die.
Einstein had trouble accepting the randomness in quantum mechanics because we feel things must have neccessary reasons.
See paraschopra.com/blog/book-summ…
We _strongly_ feel in our gut that there must be a hidden variable explaining this arbitrariness of life.
If a guru says life’s purpose is in helping others, why does eating ice cream feel so good?
We can’t find meaning in our life because we feel like free agents from inside.
For a further deep-dive on this, see my earlier thread:
BUT GIVING UP EITHER IS HARD!
So what is one supposed to do?
Anything I say that you must do in life is inadmissible because you can simply act otherwise and prove me wrong.
And if you are not sure how to live your life, keep drifting without guilt.
Full essay is on my blog: invertedpassion.com/the-meaning-of…