glassynails wrote:...I do love people and go outside and smell the roses, etc. I don't sit inside a dark room all day thinking of gloomy things, but I realize what reality is. The reality is is that someday this entire planet will be eaten up by the Sun. The Universe does not care about us and will go on fine without us, we are insignificant to it...We think we're more important than we really are. In the grand scheme of the Universe we're insignificant.
Thank you for the thoughtful reply. I, too, am very much aware of reality and I have spent countless hours contemplating many of the things you've discussed here and there, and I think I know what is truly important in life (I don't even own a cell-phone, let alone a smart-phone), but I do not share all of your perspectives on these matters. You are not the only person to think about these things, but the conclusions that you have drawn are not the conclusions that everybody draws.
One thing about which we disagree is that you are personifying the "universe", talking about it as if it has thoughts, feelings, interests, "schemes", etc.. But "it" does not have the capacity to care, it's just space and matter and energy, raw materials, etc.. "We" are the ones who care, we are the ones who assign "significance" to things. So what if our lives are short compared to the vastness of time? That is not a relevant consideration for me. I have never
thought that human beings were insignificant in the universe, I have never asked myself "Why do I bother?" with regards to life as a whole (although I often ask myself that when I write posts on this forum!).
That you feel the way you do about these things is obviously the way you are, and I am not saying that it is right or wrong -- one's feelings are one's feelings. But my feelings are as valid as yours. I know that there are people who share your views that ultimately, life is meaningless, but I actually find it offensive when people say that (although I realise that that is probably not your
intention). I go out of my way to make life matter, I put a lot of effort into giving life meaning, I seek out significance in the actions and creativity of my fellow human beings, and then you come along and say, "Why bother? We're just specks of dust and are all going to be dead in a few years anyway."
Who are you to say that, who are you to decide for me
what matters, what's significant? For you to say those things implies that you are some sort of authority on the meaning of life, the universe, and everything, and that you have declared that it is ultimately pointless, and that those of us who disagree with you are somehow delusional and wrong. If that
isn't overestimating one's importance and significance, I don't know what is.