meaning of life. bs.
January 10, 2007
Why do we always have to find a meaning for our lives? Why do we have to try and understand the bigger picture? Why should we accept that we are minuscule, infinitesimal points on a huge canvas? Why do these questions even matter and why should I even bother to answer them?
Am I being cynical in saying that there is no bigger picture and even if there is one, there is no point in even trying to figure it out? Wouldn’t proof of existence of a bigger picture be in itself a proof that there is no way we can ever understand it? Why am I asking so many questions?
January 11, 2007 at 12:48 am
Keep writing.
You’ll get your answers.
Regards,
Shri.
January 11, 2007 at 9:14 am
It was more of a rhetoric …
I was trying to imply that there is no such thing as a meaning for one’s life. It is just an illusion created by us to make ourselves feel better…
January 14, 2007 at 7:17 pm
interesting…but wouldn’t not asking those question kinda snub the fact that there are infact larger unanswered questions?
January 14, 2007 at 8:18 pm
it depends on what you mean by unanswered questions …