The meaning of life and communes
Clay sent me a message yesterday telling me, basically, to get over the sadness and loneliness I've been feeling lately. He said that he has a job, an apartment, and family nearby and yet he is still unsatisfied. Then, he went into a paragraph about the meaning of life, what it is, why we're here, and his overall doubt that there is a meaning to anything and why should we even bother. People like that aggravate the crap out of me. I think, sometimes, that searching for the meaning of life takes away from the meaning itself. If you are constantly searching for meaning, you'll miss the "life" part. I also don't believe that there is one single meaning to life. I think each one of us has to find our own meanings in our own lives. It may be different for everyone. Who knows. But I do know that worrying it about it constantly will not give you any answers. At least not in everyday life. Maybe those monks who sit in the wilderness for ten years and think 24 hours a day will find meaning....if they don't go utterly insane first. Besides, none of us really have time to sit around and think all the time. I would not like an existence like that. I need work or exercise or something fun every now and then.
Speaking of work, I wish I could establish an historical commune. Kind of like a permanent reenactment. I just think that so much has gone down hill from the nineteenth century, although some things have gotten immensely better. Children misbehave so much more now and there is a lot more crime. Back then, there was crime, obviously, but not as much and not as horrible. People had to work to feed themselves for the most part. Not to say that the evil ones didn't go home and beat their wives and children, but mass murders and serial rapists weren't as common. Neither was ADD or ADHD for that matter. People WORKED and kept busy. Most of us don't know the work that they did, have never felt that kind of exhaustion. I, myself, haven't, which is a blessing sometimes; sometimes, though, it's a shame. I'd like to have the feeling that I worked to put food on the table and everything I have, I earned. So much is given to us now. I really think I was born in the wrong century....
Speaking of work, I wish I could establish an historical commune. Kind of like a permanent reenactment. I just think that so much has gone down hill from the nineteenth century, although some things have gotten immensely better. Children misbehave so much more now and there is a lot more crime. Back then, there was crime, obviously, but not as much and not as horrible. People had to work to feed themselves for the most part. Not to say that the evil ones didn't go home and beat their wives and children, but mass murders and serial rapists weren't as common. Neither was ADD or ADHD for that matter. People WORKED and kept busy. Most of us don't know the work that they did, have never felt that kind of exhaustion. I, myself, haven't, which is a blessing sometimes; sometimes, though, it's a shame. I'd like to have the feeling that I worked to put food on the table and everything I have, I earned. So much is given to us now. I really think I was born in the wrong century....