Sunday, Sunday… (ba da da, ba da da da)
So it’s 1:22 PM on Sunday, and I’ve literally just woken up. Got a largely superficial phonecall at 9:06, and then decided to go back to sleep. XD
I’ve been thinking about a few things recently, like the meaning of life and such, and I’m appalled to find that there are still so many naturalists around today – that is, they think that the only purpose in life is to reproduce and then die. It’s horrible.
The meaning of life, to me, is something that we can’t really put a value on, because it’s different for everyone else – I would agree that the purpose of existence is to reproduce and die, but that’s not the answer to why, it’s the answer to what.
If you ask me what my meaning of life is, I will direct you to listen to some Beethoven or Tchaikovsky, and maybe tell you to go to an art gallery and appreciate what’s there. The meaning of life is basically, then, to make life better and more beautiful than it already is. Modernists will argue with me, believing that “art and literature reached its peak in that age”, but I am a member of the infamous Generation Y, that is, I am a post-modernist. We acknowledge that the world is chaotic (to use a blander vocabulary I’d say it was completely fucked), and then we find the beauty in that chaos and bring it out for the world to see.
There’s an interesting rant for you, thanks for reading.
And as always, keep wandering.
