In life there comes a time when we realize that our lives are supposed to be meaningful, then again there comes times when we realize that its not worth living to just make our lives meaningful rather we are supposed to live to enjoy the life for what it is. Then there comes times when we realize that by just enjoying life we manage to make it utter meaningless. So you know its a vicious cycle. It's difficult to say what life has to be all about. For some it might be living for their family, making them happy. For some making the world a better place. For some it might be doing new discoveries. For some it might be self-actualization and making oneself perfect in everything.
Unfortunately no doubt what religious texts say, for most of us in the world life practically has no meaning. It would hardly matter if we never existed.
What path do we choose to make our lives worth living in this world? Can we actually choose such a way? Does something like that really exist? Is our lives better than insects?
Unfortunately no doubt what religious texts say, for most of us in the world life practically has no meaning. It would hardly matter if we never existed.
What path do we choose to make our lives worth living in this world? Can we actually choose such a way? Does something like that really exist? Is our lives better than insects?