Porpoise and Purpose (Or how I say absolutely dick in several paragraphs)
I think porpoises are the Dolphins' ugly cousin (I'm not sure how grammar rules apply in this case, I'm not sure if this usage implies that it's a collective noun or otherwise) ... Okay, I'm done with that.
In all my pursuits, the one thing that has always bugged me was a sense of purpose. It's an odd, nebulous area that, frankly, I have not clue even how to approach. Of course, what do I mean by "Purpose" anyway?
Maybe, because of early religious indoctrination I crave something not dissimilar to some sort of divine/cosmic goal for me. Since, it does seem what I want purpose to be is real-- as well as immutable and universal. However, out of intellectual honesty, being that I have no positive reason to believe in such a thing, it has to be abandoned. It's interesting how that worked out really.
Some would argue (wrongly) that evolution has provided with such a purpose: That living beings have an implicit purpose to procreate and spread across the earth, et cetera. However, one should not conflate desires not matter how compelling, or how strong, with the idea of teleology. Just because we (or any organism) want something, doesn't mean we are are meant to do so. Very few people in their right mind would argue that paedophilliacs are teleogically obligated to have sex with children, yet... One cannot doubt the strength of their compulsions (As repulsive as the idea is to some people, it is a fascinating condition, but I digress).
So, Certainly, there is passion; there are things I want to do beyond any other desire, like the theater and performing (just behind the important ones like eating, sleeping, keeping alive, etc...). However, I don't resonate that well with the idea of "inventing one's purpose". I think it's the idea that it can be so arbitrary that makes so unpalatable.
Despite it all, it doesn't destroy my love of life at all. It makes me appreciate a lot of what I do know and what I do enjoy. However, it is still a constant gad fly that pesters much of my thoughts. And sadly, very few people in my waking life seem to be interested in pursuing the subject. Ah, C'est la vie.
And so, I leave with a quote that is only remotely and tangetially related to what has been written: I am a K-selected organism, and I'm damn proud.
In all my pursuits, the one thing that has always bugged me was a sense of purpose. It's an odd, nebulous area that, frankly, I have not clue even how to approach. Of course, what do I mean by "Purpose" anyway?
Maybe, because of early religious indoctrination I crave something not dissimilar to some sort of divine/cosmic goal for me. Since, it does seem what I want purpose to be is real-- as well as immutable and universal. However, out of intellectual honesty, being that I have no positive reason to believe in such a thing, it has to be abandoned. It's interesting how that worked out really.
Some would argue (wrongly) that evolution has provided with such a purpose: That living beings have an implicit purpose to procreate and spread across the earth, et cetera. However, one should not conflate desires not matter how compelling, or how strong, with the idea of teleology. Just because we (or any organism) want something, doesn't mean we are are meant to do so. Very few people in their right mind would argue that paedophilliacs are teleogically obligated to have sex with children, yet... One cannot doubt the strength of their compulsions (As repulsive as the idea is to some people, it is a fascinating condition, but I digress).
So, Certainly, there is passion; there are things I want to do beyond any other desire, like the theater and performing (just behind the important ones like eating, sleeping, keeping alive, etc...). However, I don't resonate that well with the idea of "inventing one's purpose". I think it's the idea that it can be so arbitrary that makes so unpalatable.
Despite it all, it doesn't destroy my love of life at all. It makes me appreciate a lot of what I do know and what I do enjoy. However, it is still a constant gad fly that pesters much of my thoughts. And sadly, very few people in my waking life seem to be interested in pursuing the subject. Ah, C'est la vie.
And so, I leave with a quote that is only remotely and tangetially related to what has been written: I am a K-selected organism, and I'm damn proud.