And the point is...?

[whitereflection]

From the stuff on my mind, and what's going on in my life, and from what I've seen/read/heard about others going through, I have to wonder...

What exactly is the point of life and living, anyway? We don't really live that long in the grand scheme of things, and most seem miserable most of the time they are alive. Is it just procreation? :p Dear god, I hope not. And what does that say for those who don't want children? And if the point is just reproducing, why do we have all this thinking/feeling/creating/scentience crap in amongst it all? Why aren't we just like animals, going at it by instinct, occasionally migrating, and focusing on little other than survival?

Weird mood, yes, but truly, I just don't get it.

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[datenshiblue.livejournal.com]

I don't know if there is a point or not, and if there was, I'd probably be one of the last to know. ^__^;;

But I do know that I've gotten less miserable the longer I've managed to survive. I'd have to say I'm miserable less that 30% of the time nowadays. Perplexed, yeah, confused, yeah, but not miserable.

I think it's a human idea that there has to be a point. And I think it's a human's option to create the point. Some people seem to find theirs early, others late. I'm not sure I will know for myself what the point of my life was until it's nearly over. But I'm starting to believe that such a day will come.

I know there are people who prefer to have you in their lives, that you enrich them. It may not be enough, but perhaps it's something.

[mintaka00.livejournal.com]

Hey friend, it's been too long since I talked to you.

Not seeing the point of living, hmm, I can see that. Actually am, seeing, living, feeling. Why bother, it's turned into a hell of a lot of freaking work and who the hell cares that I'm busting my butt anyways?

I've got this little mantra that's been going through my head more and more often lately. Something along the lines of "you know Moe, no one really gives a freaking god damned shit that you take up space on this planet every day. If you disappeared, it would probably take weeks for them to even notice." So I listen to this and ask myself. Do I keep trying? Keep faking? Or just give it all up as too damned much energy and pull the rock in across the entrace of the hole behind me?

If living is about doing the stuff that makes us happy, why are we only happy a fraction of the percentage of the time in our day? Or week? Or month, because damned some of these days aren't worth revisiting. If living is about being a memeber of the society you live in, when do you acknowledge that society doesn't want or need you and just leave it?

Some days I would pay good money to become a cat, or a dog, or a god damned red squirrel. Or a tick, hell ticks have it great; feared by all, impossible to kill, with breakfast lunch and dinner strolling by all the time.

Nope, I just don't get it either.

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[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

*hugs, leans* Man, I hope I didn't make all that's been going through your head any worse with all my crud. Am very sorry if it did at all. Just odd things have been occurring to me of late, and last week seemed to find me just worked up at everything. Hard to say what this week will be like, yet. ^^;;

But man, what you're saying here--it's definitely echoing what's been going on my mind. And yeah...I wanna be a cat, or an owl, something like that. Maybe an orca. *daydreams*

*extrahugs* Been thinking of you, hope things are going ok.

--Di

[lems.livejournal.com]

::shrug:: life is life. Sometimes in the bone-deep weariest day, when the shit piles so high I could sob, I'll look at the birds soaring out my window and be happy... conversely, the littlest bad thought can ruin the nicest times... It's all a craps shoot, and I'm just thankful I'm not an Iraqi woman.

*smoochies*

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[whitereflection.livejournal.com]

*nodsnods* I can understand being like this, though I don't remember to be like the former nearly often enough at all. I get so wrapped up in the bad or wrong, it gets hard to see what's still good.

Oh, and just because I'm thinking about it--thanks for the headsup on TurboTax. ^^;; We did use it last year, but James went through a computer switch between times, so it obviously wasn't on his hard drive when he installed the new. And I hadn't installed it either time (though I did grab a backup of the data). But ya know, if that's the way they're going to set up that program, I'll go for that other one next year. :p I forget what's it called, too... ^^;; Observant me, ne? But we have to have some sort of program--I can't do anything beyond the EZ without one, and James claims he can...but he sure was dragging his feet until I acquired it. Eh. ^^;

*extrahugs* Anyway, hope things are going ok, hon. Take care,
--Di