Thread: What keeps you alive?

Short answer/conclusion: I am going to do some homework for a change, start meditating again, practice on my violin. Maybe work is the secret to happiness. EDIT: but then what about meditation? Training yourself to be content without doing anything or thinking anything. I was about to say having something to do keeps you happy, but when you think about how mindfulness meditation makes you so content and peaceful, my answer is inconsistent with itself Hmm... Being content without a reason (meditating) and always doing something, working towards something. It seems to be the conclusion but it doesn't make sense. But it's alright, at least I came closer to an answer


Rambling: *you can ignore this part, it's my train of thought that lead me to the above, but I kept it in because I'm so arrogant I thought you might be interested in it*

Mimi listed a lot of enjoyable things, maybe one of which is really the true thing keeping her alive, I don't know. Dawn basically said curiosity and strive for growth.

I still think it's too vague, it's not helping me at all, I could have come up with these things myself. In fact I did, and I decided it's not enough. I highly doubt that anybody really knows why they keep living. They just do, why? Who gives a crap? Live just because you can. Nfri you say that depression is an illness. Yes, it gets in the way of our thriving, but why should we thrive anyway? We are in a remote and pretty random solar system, remore and pretty random galaxy and in a cosmic scale we're pretty damn insignificant. The universe doesn't care about us. There are almost as many stars in the observable universe and drops of water in an ocean. And this entire ridiculously large (for human standards) solar system is one of thousands of billions. The universe doesn't care about you, even this entire galaxy is pretty damn insignificant on a universal scale. You have to find something for yourself that you enjoy. You have to create your own purpose.

Friends? What friends? Friends just go on their own path, they just hang out with you when they have time or when they aren't kissing their girlfriends. Romance (or having a wife) is damn complicated, unpredictable, uncontrollable, wild, too damn unreliable to become a purpose of life. Music seems to remain good whatever you do or how much time passes. But maybe the thing I'm missing is a little bit of effort. I remember what it was like to practice hours a day on my violin. Figure out ways of practicing better, figuring out the mechanics of playing the violin, figuring out the way a melody is best expressed. Little science videos explaining exciting stuff, finding out things about nature. The glory I felt when I broke my deadlifting or squatting record. Now that I think about it, people working towards something are often the most excited ones. Perhaps my laziness is holding me back. Maybe I put some effort into things for the sake of experiment and see what happens.