Why is it that some people need to find the answer behind life and existence? We formulate all of these szhizophrenic conspiracies that are worthy of a worse yet sequel the the Matrix trilogy. Perhaps life is simply all there is to it, and maybe there really is no ultimate reason why God may have placed us here. Or, whatever other reason people may come up with. Maybe we were created, blessed and given with this gift of life. Why waste it?
To contemplate the meaning and purpose of why one is alive is pointless, when one can better spend this time making use of the life he or she is theorizing about. If one would have the time to think up of a thousand and one possibilities of why you've the ability to think, to breathe, to live, then one would have the time to go out and make use of it. Is it so hard to understand that maybe the only reason we are alive is to experience happiness? There are infinite forms of happiness, and yet worlds more infinite ways to pursue and achieve them. Perhaps that is what sets human beings apart from one another. Beneath all of the exterior personality, maybe it all just breaks down to what appeals to someone, what doesn't, and ultimately what makes them happy, and the ways they use their life to attain this elusive emotion.
And then again, why is happiness so dear to us? Why is something we can not define in any spoken language so dear to us? Because it feels nice? Perhaps. According to David Ricardo, the value of something is placed in its scarcity. So in a way, if related to the current topic of debate, is the reason behind the cherishing of happiness the difficulty of attaining it? Perhaps the emotion of sadness were suddenly made to be just as difficult to embrace. Would we then value it as much as we do happiness? Better yet, if the price of happiness were cheapened, if we were suddenly able to feel happiness just as easily as we do any other emotion, would we value it less? Would we then crave for those things in life that would make us sad? Would heartbreak be the ideal relationship, betrayal the ideal aspect of friendship, and indifference the invincible ties of family?
In no way do I agree with this perspective, but then again, truly, if happiness were made easy, would we still subconsciously hold it as our reason to live? Maybe happiness is simply the warmth that you feel when you've accomplished what you want. So if one were seeking sadness in life, and one achieved it, then still that person would have attained happiness through succeeding in gaining sadness. Such controversy over something we seek in our every day lives. And then again, what is that same warmth called when you recieve something not of effort, but by luck? If happiness is the reward for effort, what is the reward for luck? Or is there even such a thing?
So many ideas, so little time.
Discuss. I have a few more perspectives on the topic, but I'm getting sleepy ~.~;.
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