Meaning

More and more, revelations are approaching my conscious mind closer and closer.
I feel the ache of a arduous truth in my head.

Our meaning as hybrids of animals and godlike creatures is a twisted one,
We have tried to justify our purpose as long as we have existed as a race,
Most people believe being a good person equals to believing in happiness as the meaning of life.
But I have come to a different conclusion.

As people we strive to know ourselves, and therefore assume that our meaning and our purpose originate inside us.
But how do you define meaning?
I do not believe in a god blindly, but I believe the question itself has an ulterior motive,
the question implies that we are here on this Earth because of something,
because someone created us, that we have a purpose given to us by someone else.

And what separates us from the animals, is conscious thought. What separates us from the machines
(the hypothetical self aware ones in the future) is the biological aspect of our being which makes us imperfect but also unique.

But this can also be a blessing, as it also opens up our experience to a totally different reality,
and that I believe is our purpose. To think with a truly unique perspective of things.
With the gift of irrational thought we can learn to see beyond ourselves and into a universe of possibilities.

But if I am to be introvert for a second, and analyze myself, I know that I have grown to be a bit
sociophobic, anti-humanist and maybe even a closeted psycho.

But what keeps me from being a bad person is my own personal belief in souls.
Even though I believe that a single human life has far less worth than most believe it does,
I do believe compassion and kindness are fundamentally important to us.
This mostly because I think that if our souls leave
this world as hateful and evil beings unable to be at peace, it can only mean bad things for oneself in
the afterlife, if such a thing exists.

That’s why I believe happiness and being at peace is something we should strive for, even though
we shouldn’t fool ourselves by calling it the meaning of life. I know many people avoid philosophy
because they find it tiresome, and a heavy burden to live with once you get deep into it. This I know,
knowing too much can often be a burden, but I do not want to feel the sensation of meaninglessness
that I would feel leading a life without thinking of why I am really here.

But that’s just me.