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What is the meaning of life?
When I was 20 years old, I suffered a breakup that devistated me. I had lived with a woman for three years when she left. There is merit to the idea that one only questions the meaning of things when something interrupts his daily cycle. I wondered why I did the things that I did. I thought, Even if I live forever, there’s still nothing I can do that really matters. There’s nothing that anyone else has done or ever will do that really makes or breaks anything. Even our very existence as a species has no true reason, and no great wisdom lying behind it. Is there more to life than just “pleasure or no pleasure” and “wealth or no wealth”? Whatever your goal may be, why are you wishing so hard to achieve it, and if you do, so what?
A breakup made these thoughts worse, of course. I found myself unable to take pleasure in everyday tasks, because pleasure was meaningless. I found I was thinking about this question more and more, for without the answer to this question, there was no reason to think or do anything else
Hoooollllly crap. That is exactly how I've been feeling and what I've been thinking about recently. More so than previously in my life.