Sunday, September 12, 2004

What is Life?

If I really sit down and think about why I have been given life on this planet, then I get pretty scared. ..I've spent the last hour or so playing internet games and chatting to people online - what has this achieved in life? Every second, every minute, my life is ticking away, yet I choose to spend it doing something that really doesn't do anything except pass the time and give me some small enjoyment!

Is life all about reproducing offspring to increase the human race, because if it is, I'm failing in that aspect!

If I really thought about whether I was making a difference in this world, I would probably stop going to work and just stay in bed, because I'd proabably achieve just as much there!

Where would I get my food from? Hey, weren't we all hunter-gatherers at one point?

What about money? Hell, there's loads of people living off the state and perhaps I should join them, I've paid enough tax during my working life, I deserve some of that money back.

Hmm...perhaps it's just as well I don't really think about things like this too often - better to have my head in the clouds, thinking what I'm doing is important and spending time doing things that are enjoyable but perhaps are meaningless in life...


  1. Hi Weenie, I'm 66 yrs old and still wonder what life is all about.

    Here are two contrasting points one can take on life. Cheers Ray

    Look to this day....For it is Life, the very Life of Life,In its brief course lie all the verities and Realities of your existence: The Bliss of Growth; The Growth of Action; The Splendor of Beauty. For Yesterday is but a Dream, And Tommorrow is only a Vision. But today well-lived makes every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness and Every Tommorrow a vision of Hope. Look well, therefore, to this Day!— The Sanskrit

    To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.—Shakespeare's "Macbeth," Act V

  2. Hi
    Thanks for your comments - thought provoking are the words that spring to mind!