To be furiously myself.
Of course there’s “how do you define yourself” but I discover it every day and it changes spectrally every few weeks (it better) so my definition is wrong over and over again. And I’m right over and over again too. Am I drunk?
It’s hard to define in words, since words lose meaning and are imperfect when they leave your mouth.
But I feel well-defined when I turn a gun game into a tea party. Or a tea party into a gun game.
When I stay up wake to grab an extra bite of time, or when I do jack shit to stare at cool red cirrus clouds. I’m defined when I fuck up but bite my way up the wall into a standing position.
When I write something down and look back at it later – “wow, I was smart” or “wow, I was braindead” – then do it again.
Decorate my room, or make my lock screen pretty, or reanimate a useless skill.I’m only a little opinionated though. If I download a personality, that’s still me. If I 180, that’s still me. If I’m dead wrong and eat advice, that’s still me.
I’m not gonna carpe diem into a crime spree but my time is fucking mine so fuck everything (romantically/derogatorily)
To “live”, and by “live” I mean experience and creat Art. I don’t need more nor less.
Any hope that your art will change the world?
If I made it with honesty and care, it may not change the world, but it surely changes the people who will do it.
curiosity
To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate the beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch Or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Find out who I really am
To spend time with the people I love.
Pretending that working my ass off to make a ton of money (not for the sake of it, but because I don’t want to work my entire life) will eventually pay off.
To enjoy myself. What exactly that means, changes over time.
Help each other.
Everyone is born evil, the purpose is to realise we’re one. It’s a long cycle and we’ve done well in the last 100 year vs 1000 years
Hard disagree. I think we’re born stupid, that’s very different.
Honestly, your comment sounds a lot like the “original sin” shit that the Christian church tries to push.
Well I’m probably wording it wrong or you’re reading it differently.
But, what I mean is every individual has their own journey towards their maturity when they realise helping others is the way to go.
To spread my genes around, mostly
Stop licking every railing in the Eaton Centre, please.
The purpose of life is to live.
My purpose in life is varied and technical and super-great.
I don’t have one. I just do what I can to be a good person and that’s it. And I’m ok with it.
To get as close to my true self as possible.
Why do you think there’s a true self if you’re not close to it?
I’m on a life-long quest to finding the EXIT from this matrix. For this I have to become the supreme lord of Holy C
