Why ?
What ?
What is life ?
Why do we live ?
Why do we breathe ?
Why do we think ?
What is the point ?
Why should there be not limits to what we think ?
Why should always be there something "higher" ?
What am I doing here ?
These are the usual topics of discussion with few of my friends.
Usually there is no outcome. Usually everything is just gibberish.
Staying alone, it gets over you. These questions will either be
your best friends or sworn enemies.
What is the point ?
Why should there be any point ?
You begin thinking that everything is pointless. You lose interest.
I found that every important question I face is ultimately connected
to "why am i here". For example, when I think of whether I should
go for a PhD, the actual question is different.
Probably it is like an axiomatic system. You may not be able to
question the axioms from within the aximoatic system. Perhaps there
may not be any point to life unless you give it. Different views
from different frames of reference.
I am just sick of it. There may not be something "higher". It may be
simply a consequence of biological needs of improving our skills
translated into the domain of thoughts. Perhaps life is just life.
Perhaps it is just like soil in a potter's hand. If he keeps thinking
about what is soil, nothing comes out of it but instead if he shapes
the soil, there comes the meaning.
I'm leaving it at that. Let us live.
