What is the purpose? Why really there is no point.

This is what I hear from most people nowadays. That I am a cynic, a very negative individual who gives no hope in anything, that I see no positive outcome from life. I’ve come to realise why people might be thinking that I am that. But before I go on expressing all my cynicisms and all my ideas, I’d like to explain that I was wondering about questions of purpose, of why I am here, of what happens after I die, of why do I exist now? I guess I did this not due to having too much time available but due to over-thinking and due to my questioning nature.

The universe therefore from my point of view, which is the more truthful point of view, is a purposeless place. The universe from the point of view of the universe it just happened, just like a drop of rain fell on my glasses this morning. It happened just like that with a specific simple beginning but it owes to me and to you no explanation why it happened. It most probably has no explanation of why it happened other than the physics behind it. The idea that I will find an explanation in the existence of the universe that it will give my life any sort of purpose just doesn’t stand. Because the universe is not me, the universe doesn’t care about me. At the level of the universe you don’t exist, from our point of view you are like an mere quark if not something less than that, that its existence or not doesn’t change me. so my existence or not doesn’t change and will not change the universe.

Moving on to a smaller scale let’s say our planet. Earth, our lovely mother Earth. Earth that provides the nutrients from which we built ourselves and our lives. Earth that provides the habitat and the place of where we base our existence. At this point I’d like to say that most of us are born and abuse the planet if not all of us. Earth provides us life and we are born and use the planet as if the planet owes us and not as if we owe the planet. We are born so stuck in our own realm that we do not even appreciate the only real purpose that we have the biological one. My death or my life doesn’t change the world. Equally like the universe the world doesn’t care about me. Earth doesn’t care about my existence, it will continue to exist without me.

Moving down to the people, to the world’s civilization. The 6 billion people that live on this planet. Equally these people don’t care about me in the same way that I don’t care about them. My death or my life, like their death will bring no change in my life. And if it does bring a change let’s say that the death of a person was the death of my friend, that change will end by me dying.

You see what people can’t see is that the world is not meant for them. All of us do think that the world is not meant for us, we understand that other people live around us and we accept their needs. But their needs we only accept so that they can accept our needs and so that we can live without problems. People can’t see that my life, is a mere product of chemical interactions of many compounds, atoms, molecules, that in turn didn’t come together by any purpose. Someone studying us from above can also make equations about our movements and predict our actions and classify us.

Being alive makes sense now that we are actually alive. Being alive didn’t make sense before our atoms came together and made us and it would certainly make no sense after we die. At a larger level we have no purpose. The question of what is our purpose and why we are here doesn’t have an answer. It doesn’t need an answer at a philosophical level to explain and give a purpose other than the predetermined purpose that is given to us by nature, ie to reciprocate and produce tiny replicates or half replicates if u prefer, of ourselves. My life really doesn’t have any meaning. Being afraid of dying really doesn’t have any point. My sense of self that lives inside my brain, by millions and millions of nervous pathways and synapses between them, will disappear no matter what when I die. My conscience will be eliminated and put away as if it never existed. And it will make no difference if it existed or not. We are so self centred that we can’t see that it’s pointless to care about living or dying in that level.

My death will not bring many people joy, hopefully but it won’t bring many people grief either. And after all it will be gone too along with every memory of ever existing. There ways to bypass this truth by believing in gods in afterlives, in monsters, in ghosts, in reincarnations. All of these are products of our fears, fears coming from our raised conscience and our appreciation of what the future holds for us.

But people tell you that you can enjoy the journey. The journey that will bring you joy. Well in reality the journey will bring you more sadness than joy. And you’ll remember more the sad times than the happy that will be a nice break from reality. As you’ll grow older you will find yourself continually more isolated. You will find yourself continually with less and less friends, especially real friends. You will find yourself with less people that directly love or have loved you as they will pass away. You will see everything that or almost everything that you built around your collapse, in terms of life, goals, people, your fake idea of purpose and you will eventually face your own mortality. The whole idea that the journey will be nice is a trick for people to live your life. A trick for people to do what they are supposed to do. Because let’s face it, life isn’t nice. Life has no purpose. Life is meaningless. Life is just something that happened. God doesn’t exist. There is no ultimate goal. There’s no immortal soul. There’s nothing that can make the burden of facing this life’s reality any easier.

But you see being human as we are we can trick our nature. Being human as we are doesn’t mean we can’t try to enjoy it. I don’t understand why, for someone that believes that there is no purpose in life, why I enjoy helping. You see I might deep down believe that my insignificance might become more of a significance in other people’s lives, even though those are themselves insignificant. You see for me I understand that the darkest hours is where any significance is accounted for. The darkest hours of other people, is the only way that I can see myself having any form of place. You see for me that gives me satisfaction, which is what it’s all about. Satisfaction not in the cheap sense of playing with my brain’s chemistry but in the sense of my brain rewarding me, through my conscience. You see for life to be enjoyable it doesn’t need a purpose. For life to be enjoyable it doesn’t need a cause. And for life to be enjoyable in the long term it doesn’t need you to worry about it. Because if there’s one certainty is the uncertainty of your existence and as human beings we enjoy certainty. So it doesn’t mean that if life is going to be evil with you, that if there is nothing to go after this, if when you die nothing really happens, if you are an approximated value of zero. Because like many zeros before you, you were born despite the probabilities against it and you exist and enjoy this level of self conscience.