Am I really the only one asking what is the point of living?
Don’t get me wrong, I like living and I don’t want to stop living any time soon but I can’t help but wonder what is the point.
Maybe it’s just the stage of my life that I am at?
Or maybe I have too much time on my hands?
But I really want to know what is the point of living?
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Stages Of Life
“Whenever you become anxious or stressed, outer purpose has taken over, and you lost sight of your inner purpose. You have forgotten that your state of consciousness is primary, all else secondary.” ― Eckhart Tolle
If I’m perfectly honest, it’s fair to say that I am somewhere around the midpoint of my life.
This is kind of scary in itself, but I’m not sure which scares me more, the fact that I already have half of my life behind me or that there is a whole half ahead of me.
Of course, I’m making lots of assumptions here; no one knows how long we will live.
But regardless of whether my assumptions about the length of my life are accurate or not, the bigger problem that I see is how can life ever end?
Let’s say that again:
How Can Life Ever End?
“Awareness is the power that is concealed within the present moment. … The ultimate purpose of human existence, which is to say, your purpose, is to bring that power into this world.” ― Eckhart Tolle
And yet, in our everyday experience, life ends all the time, or it appears to.
There is an ant trying to steal a crumb of food of the patio floor.
I could very easily step on it and it would appear to end the ant’s life.
Regardless of what I’m seeing with my own eyes, I can’t help but ask, how can that be?
- life cannot possibly end, so even if I appear to be killing the ant, that cannot be the end of the ant’s life
- I appear to be in charge of the ant’s life, again, how can that be?
If you guys are hoping that I will reveal some grand answer to the questions above that will make you understand it all, not a chance.
I don’t have answers, I only have questions; questions that logically I know I cannot be the only one asking, and yet I do not hear anyone else asking them.
Is everyone so stuck in their own routines that they don’t notice that the world that we think we live in does not make any sense?
Or is everyone scared of asking those questions?
Don’t get me wrong, I wish I did not have those questions.
I miss the time when I was so focused on doing and rushing and simply did not take the time to ask.
But somehow life led me here, to a point in my life where I can’t ignore the questions anymore.
What’s The Point Of Living?
The real purpose of this world is to use it to correct your unbelief. (ACIM, T-1.VI.4:1)
I wish someone could just tell me.
But no one will as everyone that is brave enough to ask that question will have to search and find the answer themselves.
But this is what I think I know so far.
The point of living is – there is no point of living
Our life does not mean anything because this is not our real life.
The world that each one of us sees is not the real world, rather our interpretation of what the world is like.
I’m not a scientist, but I’m pretty sure that if we look into quantum physics, that’s exactly what we will get as well.
We are not physical beings, and what we experience in the everyday life is just our interpretation of the energy that everything is made of.
Our senses translate the energy into the physical world that we experience.
So I see this physical world, that seems so real to me, but that is just my eyes interpreting energy.
I hear sounds, which again seem so real to me but that’s just my ears interpreting energy.
And what do we know about interpretations, it’s never absolute, it’s someone’s perspective.
Hey, if this concept scares you, you are not alone.
Where do we go from here?
Realize deeply that the present moment is all you have. Make the NOW the primary focus of your life.
I have no idea.
I’m still at a stage where I really like the concept in theoretical terms.
I could see how liberating this is.
But in practice, how do I look at my beloved dog and say to myself that he is not real, that my eyes and my ears made him up?
But I guess the point is that it’s not that he is not real, there is a real part of him that my current perception is not focused on.
He is life, so he is real but the aspect of him that I’m currently seeing; his body, his behavior, his sounds are not real. It’s a temporary form that will perish at some point.
And this is where I think our answer can be found.
In the idea that anything that is not eternal is just a form and not real.
So it’s not that we don’t exist but the world and what we define as life is not correct.
So maybe the point of our life is to realize that and work on changing our mind to be able to see in everything only the everlasting life and not the temporal form.
I again try to practice this idea with my beloved puppy.
I love everything about his little body but I imagine a spark of brilliant light coming from within him. And this is the life, the everlasting part of him.
So if we can learn to look at everything and everyone and ignore the physical body, behaviors, sounds and only see the brilliant spark of life, we will be able to understand the meaning of life.
Because if I only see the light in others, what difference is it going to make if they lie or do something else that I would disapprove of.
As I’m trying to get this point across, it’s insane how the ego’s voice in my head just screams at me:
are you crazy?
we can’t let people do what they want to us, there should be boundaries, respect, etc.
I try really hard to ignore that voice because to be honest I have been there and done that.
My whole life I have tried to control the behaviour of others according to my likes and dislikes and where did it get me?
Nowhere, questioning the point of my and everyone else’s life.
I don’t want to be in here anymore.
I want to find the true meaning of life and who we truly are and what the point is, regardless of how terrifying the process of achieving that will be.