Life in general is kind ofΒ pointless. What’s it all for? Anything?

I work because I’m paid to do it. That tiny part makes sense to me. I clean because why? Oh yeah! So it can get messed up again. I attempt to have fun because … ? I don’t have an answer for that one because it seems selfish to have fun.

There are so many things to do, but I have trouble picking something to do because after I’ve done it, I wonder why I did it. What did it really matter. How did it make my life any better for having done it? So I sit. So I wonder.

I think of all the things that need to be done in and for this house and freeze up because I don’t know where to start or how to get it all done.

I consider all the things other people do – people who seem to be constantly busy … too busy to get together with friends or family and just BE. I don’t want to be like them. I want to sit … and just BE.

Why do I have to create a list of accomplishments in my life? Does it add to anyone’s worth to say they have done this, that, and another thing?

I’m not great at any one thing. Really. I’m just average at anything I do. No. That’s a lie. I’m pretty great at sitting on my ass. So that’s what I’ll do.

Written by Sheila K

I don't believe humans truly have a purpose. Our goal is to survive until we expire. Period. Joy is pleasurable and worrying is not. Balance in life is crucial; but if the scales must tip, may they tip on the side of joy. I’m just another human trying to survive. I blog because I can and because I enjoy it, not because it serves any purpose.

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    1. Of course! Hobbies fizzle out over time as I reach a plateau. Photography is my longest lasting passion, but amateurs are popping up all over and taking all the business. Sewing is next on my list of hobbies to explore. I want to do things for others rather than just for myself because it has more meaning. Time commitment is a bit of an issue. So, yeah, I have great passions. I also have great feelings of guilt when those passions are self-fulfilling.

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    1. So life, if living and doing things only for your own pleasure, is kind of pointless because no one else knows what you’re doing for self-fulfilment (or cares – especially if they have no interest in what it is you are doing). I would continue my thoughts here, but this is fodder for another post entirely.

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  1. You are saying that it is pointless to do things (in majority at least) for only for oneself, because “no one else knows what you’re doing for self-fulfilment”. In this place I would ask you: Who is it that you find self-fulfilment for? For self? Or for others?

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    1. The self-fulfillment of which I speak is purely for self. I suppose if doing something that makes a person happy themselves might transfer to others in some way, but by and large, it’s only for one’s self.

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