To be furiously myself.
Of course there’s “how do you define yourself” but I discover it every day and it changes spectrally every few weeks (it better) so my definition is wrong over and over again. And I’m right over and over again too. Am I drunk?
It’s hard to define in words, since words lose meaning and are imperfect when they leave your mouth.
But I feel well-defined when I turn a gun game into a tea party. Or a tea party into a gun game.
When I stay up wake to grab an extra bite of time, or when I do jack shit to stare at cool red cirrus clouds. I’m defined when I fuck up but bite my way up the wall into a standing position.
When I write something down and look back at it later – “wow, I was smart” or “wow, I was braindead” – then do it again.
Decorate my room, or make my lock screen pretty, or reanimate a useless skill.I’m only a little opinionated though. If I download a personality, that’s still me. If I 180, that’s still me. If I’m dead wrong and eat advice, that’s still me.
I’m not gonna carpe diem into a crime spree but my time is fucking mine so fuck everything (romantically/derogatorily)
curiosity
Nothing!
To enjoy the world and minimize how much I prevent others from enjoying it as well.
How do you do the first?
Personally, I indulge my wanderlust and love of good food.
It doesn’t feel like you’re living a cliché? “Food and travel”?
Nothing wrong with living a cliché
I don’t give a shit. It’s fun as hell and I get to cook wonderful food for the ones I love.
To “live”, and by “live” I mean experience and creat Art. I don’t need more nor less.
If I made it with honesty and care, it may not change the world, but it surely changes the people who will do it.
Any hope that your art will change the world?
Spite a bunch of fuckheads and make some cool software whilst not forgetting to have fun along the way.
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate the beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch Or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
To enjoy myself. What exactly that means, changes over time.
To spend time with the people I love.
Pretending that working my ass off to make a ton of money (not for the sake of it, but because I don’t want to work my entire life) will eventually pay off.
The purpose of life is to live.
My purpose in life is varied and technical and super-great.
Help each other.
Everyone is born evil, the purpose is to realise we’re one. It’s a long cycle and we’ve done well in the last 100 year vs 1000 years
Hard disagree. I think we’re born stupid, that’s very different.
Honestly, your comment sounds a lot like the “original sin” shit that the Christian church tries to push.
Well I’m probably wording it wrong or you’re reading it differently.
But, what I mean is every individual has their own journey towards their maturity when they realise helping others is the way to go.
Nothing. Purpose implies the potential for failure and while there are certainly circumstances that I would consider personal failures, there are none so great that they would invalidate my existence.
That said, I have a vision for my life and the state of the world that I would like to see realized. I want to see a world where climate change is taken seriously and recognized as the imminent threat that it is. It will be waiting on the other side of every economic crisis or war that man chooses to wage.
To spread my genes around, mostly
Stop licking every railing in the Eaton Centre, please.
