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Without this long-term goal, towards witch we focus most of our effort, a human being has no purpose.
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I embrace all aspects of life, be it happiness, melancholy, love or other strong emotions, and choose to act out these emotions in a exaggerated but controlled manner, (Yes, I do have a taste for the melodramatic ^^) but to really appreciate life you need something more, something to fall back on, if you know what I mean?
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So, what I'm understanding is that you're having a ... crisis of meaning, so to speak? Where life seems chaotic and meaningless and it's chaos and meaninglessness is difficult to bear? I guess what you'd like some sort of assurance about meaning - lasting meaning that makes a difference - and that there is some hope that you could find a meaning-making venture that is lifelong and substantial enough to give your life and existence itself some meaning and hope?
I guess that in itself gives you a clue about what you think about life and it's meaning. I'm wondering if you are so very clear about needing a long-term goal, what's stopping you from making one, and what the crisis is? Could you elaborate? Is it that we have different opinions and you're wishing for something that is universal and works for everyone? Just wondering, really. I'm really wanting to understand what's happening with you, so I'd love more information.
(A part of me wants to tell you that the answer to your question is "42", but... in the interest of being less obnoxious, I will refrain *ahem*
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I also didn't really mean just the emotions. I think I was trying to explain something that has been, for me, a complex and meaningful experience and managed to not convey it at all >>; Um... so this is just me and I completely appreciate that everyone needs to locate their own meaning and self.
I think the point of being human is connection - I think that's a need we all have and that we all draw towards in one way or another. I think there is great and alarming vulnerability in the experience of being human, and that's the whole point; the intangibility of our actions, and yet their unmistakable impact. I mean... life is meaningless if you spend an eternity in a cave and say, write a huge novel about your experience, and no one ever reads it? You know? The novel -- or the experience, ANY experience -- acquires meaning when it is shared because then it becomes something that exists beyond you. And you can't control that. It's the butterfly effect. We live in chaos, but that's not to say that random acts do not have meaning. The only act that is without meaning, to MY mind, is the act that is carried out in isolation (not loneliness - loneliness has meaning, but without ANYONE knowing EVER).
Hope that makes some sense.
Hugs!