What is the purpose to life? We live. We die. Then we cease to exist.
This very thing can be said, for almost every single person in the world, upon their deaths, the world would be left no poorer nor richer, no better nor worse, no more advanced nor counter progressed, than if they had not been born in the first place. They are mere existences, existing without true purpose. Their spheres of influence expand little beyond the environment in which they lived, and within their environment, many still remain with very little influence. They are unimportant drops in an ocean of humanity - with or without them, nothing will be changed. If they have no purpose, what is the point of them existing in the first place? Could it be, that life is so futile that it exists for the sake of it?
Almost all of humanity exists without purpose, and it is left to a select few to make make real change in the world that will last long after they die. Even hundreds of years after his death, we still remember William Shakespeare. He had been one with real influence. His life had a purpose, and he fulfilled it well. But do we remember the man who shined his shoes? No. He is dead and gone, like almost everybody is and will be. Meaningless and futile.
Maybe humanity was never meant to build planes and rocket ships. It seems only inevitable that in the beginning, we were meant to live like the rest of life on Earth, contributing to an ecosystem. That must be the purpose in life. To exist, so other life may also exist. But the human race has disconnected itself from the natural world. It no longer contributes to ecosystems, only depletes them. Perhaps we have already exceeded our intended purpose.
If that were our purpose, why must life exist at all anyways? Earth does not benefit from being with or without life. The universe does not benefit from being with or without Earth. If the universe is existence itself, why must there even be existence? Nothing is made better, nothing is made worse from its presence or absence.
Everything that happens in the universe is futile if the universe itself is futile. In the grand scheme of things, nothing matters.
Almost all of humanity exists without purpose, and it is left to a select few to make make real change in the world that will last long after they die. Even hundreds of years after his death, we still remember William Shakespeare. He had been one with real influence. His life had a purpose, and he fulfilled it well. But do we remember the man who shined his shoes? No. He is dead and gone, like almost everybody is and will be. Meaningless and futile.
Maybe humanity was never meant to build planes and rocket ships. It seems only inevitable that in the beginning, we were meant to live like the rest of life on Earth, contributing to an ecosystem. That must be the purpose in life. To exist, so other life may also exist. But the human race has disconnected itself from the natural world. It no longer contributes to ecosystems, only depletes them. Perhaps we have already exceeded our intended purpose.
If that were our purpose, why must life exist at all anyways? Earth does not benefit from being with or without life. The universe does not benefit from being with or without Earth. If the universe is existence itself, why must there even be existence? Nothing is made better, nothing is made worse from its presence or absence.
Everything that happens in the universe is futile if the universe itself is futile. In the grand scheme of things, nothing matters.
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