What gives your life purpose?
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For me, it is important to live by the truth - which is represented by being educated, doing no harm, and maximizing pleasure. What makes each person happy of courses varies from individual to individual, although I think broadly, they are some obvious common elements. I think it is a mistake to act as though there must be some profound truth to happiness - in reality, the things that give you pleasure are fairly obvious. Although when I say things, I should probably say experiences.
Hey there, Stone. Finally got our internet back up and running, so I am back on my computer now.
Again, I am glad you decided to start your own thread. As you have discovered, we have many good folks on here who are quite knowledgeable and experienced. And reading through their posts, I can tell they have already covered most all the bases so far. Therefore, looks like I will mainly be reinforcing what most have already said, but with a bit of my personal experiences thrown in for added flavor. *grin*
I have to agree with others in that the term "purpose" is rather loaded. It makes it seem like you have been assigned a mission, and that you are/will be a failure if you do not accomplish that mission. (Pretty sure somebody else already said that more or less, but it is worth repeating.) Fact is, it wasn't too long ago that I thought I had some type of "purpose" in life that was "planned out" for me by some type of higher being. Actually went through many years of my life believing that in some form or fashion. Why? Because, in my mind at the time, it always baffled me as to how I managed to survive so many crazy/dangerous/life-n-death encounters and come out of most of them with barely a few scratches. To me, it was almost as if I were intentionally being "protected" and spared for some reason, because there were so many other friends and people I knew getting severely injured or killed doing basically the same things I was doing. Unfortunately, it eventually got to the point where I would intentionally seek out dangerous activities and/or recklessly put myself in hazardous situations almost as if to DARE something to happen to me. No, I was not suicidal. Not in the least little bit. I truly enjoyed life and all the fun I was having. I guess I was just testing the limits of my "protection" in some ways. Plus, I had always been something of an "adrenaline junkie". To a certain extent, in my mind I thought I was "invincible". Remember, though, I thought I was being protected for some higher "purpose."
And therein lies the problem. For the absolute life of me, I could NEVER figure out what the "purpose" might possibly be. I would sometimes get home after some particularly severe "close call" in which I narrowly escaped being killed, and I would sit around wondering, "How the hell did I survive that?.... Better yet, WHY the hell did I survive that?" Then I would sometimes look up as if to heaven and think in a sincere and earnest manner, "Why are you protecting me? What is it you want me to do?" Obviously, I never got any answers to that. But those two questions haunted me for years. The worst part, however, is that I would sometimes get mildly down and depressed because I worried that I might be failing in whatever unknown "purpose" I may have been assigned. And that was a big deal for me, because I am a very task-oriented and mission-driven individual.
So I have just fried your brain with that whole lengthy and babbling story to simply say this: When I finally made the conscious decision to break away from religion and actually made the definitive statement to myself I no longer believed in the bible fairytales, that nagging sense of "purpose" suddenly vanished almost overnight. And I have not been bothered by it since. That oppressing feeling of guilt and potential failure is gone. Now I have goals I set for MYSELF. I am free of the burden of believing I owe some sort of "debt" or obligation to some make-believe entity. My priorities are 1. Take care of my wife and treat her like the treasure she is to me 2. Take care of our house and property 3. Enjoy every moment she and I have together as much as possible, because I know we only have one chance to do things right 4. Be happy and try not to take for granted all the good things I have in my life 5. Help others when I can.
Bottom line is, YOU control who you are and what you want to do/be. It is now up to YOU to decide how happy or sad you want your life to be. Yes, it can be a little scary (and maybe even a little overwhelming) having that much power (and responsibility) in your hands. But make no mistake, YOU ARE the one responsible for your life now. Once you get that idea in your head and get use to it, though, it is the most empowering and the most liberating feeling you can have. You are on the right track by being here on this site. Keep going and hang in there. You will find your course soon enough.
I used to believe that my life's purpose was to worship god and enjoy him forever.
After deciding to reject that worldview, my life's purpose is whatever I want it to be. I am a family man. I strive to be the best husband and father that I can be. I consider my son my best effort toward a form of immortality. Short of that, I try to enjoy my life and have good days. Sometimes that's simply doing nothing and other times it's working on a hobby.
I initially answered:
And you asked:
Well, let me see if I can qualify my rather simple answer above.
Avoiding Death? No. Not really. Ever since the death of my wife and twin daughters, I could care less whether I go on living or not. I do not particularly enjoy being in this shit-hole without them. Now this does NOT mean I am suicidal. It just means I don't give a fuck about dying. It also means I don't give a damn about living either. However, since I am still in this shit-hole, I make of it what I can. Since I am still living, I just live.
As I said, the only true purpose of life is life itself. What you make of it is what you make of it.
And since I am still in this shit-hole, I also try my best to live by my philosophy of life:
MY PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE
For me, the ONE and ONLY True Truth
This is something my father taught me when I was having such a terrible struggle with church.
He with long nose, tends to get it chopped off.
-RF Runyan (my father)
My Ten Commandments
These I derived from My Philosophy above as I lived with my wife and twin daughters:
In other words, I just want to live my life as I wish. I don't care about dying, I don't care about living. But since I am still alive, I just make the best of it as I can.
Also understand this. If my wife and twin daughters had not been murdered, my life and viewpoint would be so drastically different…
rmfr
@Arakish
Woah. You have had a real test losing your family like that. All I know is I could not even begin to comprehend what going through that would be like. It would shatter many people, but not you. You still fight on. I am impressed.
Then you are already one step ahead of the masses. Good for you! Responsible people are always more fun to be around.
Thanks Cog. That helps more than you can know.
rmfr
What gives my life purpose, is the thought that I will do something useful for someone, or to simply help when I can.
Hi SJ, I understand the support religion gave. I as well, had a hard time when I realized the truth about what I once believed. I felt lost for awhile. Definitely disappointed in the religion I left, and with the harsh truth of life. I lost my dog when I shed religion, and thought about her a lot during that time...her death helped me access our bond and the time and love we shared. I came up with only one viable reason to live, which is, to live. Live life for your own enjoyment and goals and take others with you on your journey...you can love and effect others lives in a positive way...which in turn enriches your life. I also got stuck on a movie quote that helped me tackle my issue of acceptance...here comes the cheese..."get busy living, or get busy dying". Ya ya, I know...cheese, but, I mention it because it helped motivate me then, and still does to this day. I hope you can find a way to get busy living.
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