Purposelessness might actually be… fun. Without a purpose we wouldn’t have to compare our current life, say a life without purpose for instance, with the life we imagine we’re supposed to be living, the one with purpose. Life might possibly be a lot more joyful without that mental comparison. We might free some mental space up to notice the exquisite splendor that surrounds us, right here, right now without the painful feelings we’re told we’re supposed to feel because we can’t believe in purpose at the moment the way we used to.
Then again, what would we do with all that existential angst we love to experience when we either lose our belief in purpose or when we’re bombarded by contradictory answers to the same question about said purpose? Perhaps the reason the answers about purpose contradict is because the answers are entirely subjective, which could mean those answers don’t apply outside of the particular human mind they came from, which could mean that any ole answer or even no answer at all would suffice. A meaningless life is just as joyful, wondrous and full of mystery as a meaningful one is.
Or not. I could be completely off base! The beauty of it is that with or without purpose, life can be amazing! And just to be clear, I’m not going to argue that someone shouldn’t believe in purpose if they do. To me that would be like attempting to argue a theist out of his/her religious faith and I’ve learned the hard way no wins that argument!
These conversations are awesome. You guys on this forum are so dam smart it isn’t even funny!
