It’s probably pointless and arbitrary.

I’ll just enjoy the time I’m given.

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Out of Spite.

To be the anomoly of the world.

As a “fuck you” to the Communist Party of China who didn’t want me to be born for being the 2nd child.

As a “fuck you” to white supremacists and other political/reglious extremists that want me dead.

To make sure my abusive older brother doesn’t get the gratification of me being dead. To call dibs on my parents assets when they die, to make sure he doesn’t get my share.

To enjoy Movies, TV, Anime, read books, play videos games.

To explore the world one day.

To publish a book one day that people would want to read.

To form true friendships, real friendships.

And hopefully, when I find the financial stability and I win against depression, I kinda wanna start a family, to raise children that will grow up experiencing only happiness, and never ever ever have to experience the abuse I had when I was growing up, to bring more happiness into the world and thus making the world less sad.

To crush my enemies. See them driven before me, and hear the lamentations of their women.

Simply to be a good person & make sure my kid sees it through the day.

Have as much fun today, without ruining tomorrow.

Life is meaningless but not without purpouse

“Is this the reason why I was put in this desolate place? To find that happiness isn’t a place or thing, but a person?”

It’s something I read a few weeks ago. For me it’s the people I love that keep me clinging to life. Making sure they’re alright and taken cared for.

To live a life full of meaning.

Aka basements, drugs, gaming, asian food, and tons of easy to find gay sex.

Don’t be a bigger asshole than you need to be. People are STRUGGLING right now. Try not to add to that.

Survive and try to thrive.

There isn’t really any meaning or reason for it. History remembers a select few, but most people are not destined or expected to do anything more than live. I expect to be an unremarkable footnote that enjoyed a few comforts, built some furniture, and moderately positively influenced a small handful of people. I don’t really have a set of grand aspirations, I just wanna do a few fun things for 30-50 more years (optimally).

I do not believe there to be a higher meaning. Nor for that fact to have particular meaning. As such, I also do not assign particular meaning to suffering. But others don’t seem to enjoy it much, so I throw myself with full force against it, because why not?

Toss me in with the “there isn’t one,” lot. You do or you don’t do, and the brain keeps thinking until it doesn’t. But I guess if I had to slap one on there, it’d be one of the most basic-level things that most all successful forms of life achieve: to propogate.

You exist because for hundreads of thousands of years things fucked, fucked, and fucked some more, until you got fucked into existance. Now go, continue the cycle, the fuckening must go on.

Me personally? To enjoy it. What that means changes as I age, but I get immense pleasure from my relationships (I love hanging out with friends and family), I get a lot of satisfaction from helping others, and making people laugh. I’ve got some hobbies as well, and I like to travel to new places when I can. I try my best to keep my actions aligned with my principles, which leaves me with a generally clear conscience and positive self-image. I could never possibly have all the experiences that might interest me, so I cross my fingers for reincarnation, but otherwise feel I could die without much regret.