Life
So what, exactly, is the meaning of life?
My parents seem to think that the meaning of life is: go to college, get a job, make lots of money, meet a man without color, piercings, or imperfections, buy a house and a nice car, have children, and then wait around to die. Personally, I think if I do all of that now, I've got nothing to look forward to (except the dying). Besides the fact that I'm wondering why the fuck all of this constitutes an important life. Can you not just enjoy life? Can you not just grow as a person, spiritually? Can you not just figure out who you are? Why are material possessions and finding a man to "take care of you" so much more important than just living and figuring things out? When I die.... I don't want to lay in a hospital bed and say to myself and my grandkids, "thank GOD I got that overly stressful job and made enough money to buy that beamer". I'd rather say, " I made a lot of great friends, I figured out who I was, I found spiritual fulfillment and happiness, and I LIVED and it was GREAT". People, have we become so consumed with what society says life is all about that we don't take the time to stop and appreciate/enjoy what's going on around us? How can you have lived in the moment if you were constantly living for the future? Stop and smell the roses, Carpe fucking Diem.
My parents seem to think that the meaning of life is: go to college, get a job, make lots of money, meet a man without color, piercings, or imperfections, buy a house and a nice car, have children, and then wait around to die. Personally, I think if I do all of that now, I've got nothing to look forward to (except the dying). Besides the fact that I'm wondering why the fuck all of this constitutes an important life. Can you not just enjoy life? Can you not just grow as a person, spiritually? Can you not just figure out who you are? Why are material possessions and finding a man to "take care of you" so much more important than just living and figuring things out? When I die.... I don't want to lay in a hospital bed and say to myself and my grandkids, "thank GOD I got that overly stressful job and made enough money to buy that beamer". I'd rather say, " I made a lot of great friends, I figured out who I was, I found spiritual fulfillment and happiness, and I LIVED and it was GREAT". People, have we become so consumed with what society says life is all about that we don't take the time to stop and appreciate/enjoy what's going on around us? How can you have lived in the moment if you were constantly living for the future? Stop and smell the roses, Carpe fucking Diem.