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Originally Posted by Happydaz
I thought many people wandered around in their late teens and twenties trying everything out. Drinking, drugging, partying, etc., and then maybe as they got older they found the answers they were seeking and found a meaning to their lives. I guess not everyone asked those questions or found an answer that could offer them a more contented and serene life.
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Yes I "sowed my oats" when I was a teenager and into college. I don't recall seeking meaning to my life, I was just enjoying it, because I could.
Eventually I got to the point where I said "okay that was fun, what's next?" and continued on to the next phase in my life. I was still not seeking meaning to my life. I don't think I've ever looked for meaning in my life. Knowing what it means, won't change anything anyway. I'm alive, I'm here, I am who I am and what I am. I try to be the best "me" I can be. Not because it "means" anything, but because that's how I was raised, and how I've chosen to be.
Being able to help others, being glad to have family and friends who will help me when I need it, none of this has anything to do with "meaning." If it meant I was going to heaven, I wouldn't work any harder than I'm already working to be the best "me" I can be. If it meant I was going to hell, I wouldn't stop doing it.
"Meaning" has little value to me, in terms of my humanity. I'm human, whether it means something or not.