I mean, there is no meaning in nature, it was man who invented it, and often it appeared because of a scarcity, for example, the point is in a beautiful woman, because you are unlikely to find another one as beautiful, right?, or can you find a person who will support you and accept you as you are, like your loved ones? The examples are not the best, but I hope you get the idea.
In addition, I will say that about a year ago I watched the film “The Seventh Seal”, and now sometimes I feel in the place of a character named Antonius Block. I dismissed the inevitable by refraining from suicide as a teenager, thinking I could find the meaning of life, but what was to be expected, nothing worked out. But especially now, how shall I put it… in the age of AI, it is impossible to escape the truth, self-deception no longer works, at least for me personally.
Chess Game with Death:
I find it simultaneously sad and relieving that nothing we do will matter in a million years. Every embarrassing thing I’ve done or will do, everything I’ve fucked up or will fuck up, eventually it won’t matter. Yes, I’m sad that my achievements also won’t matter in the really long run, but there is an upside
This comes much earlier than the heat death of the universe.
As we get older, the people who were present and aware of these embarrassing fuck ups not only has bad memory of their own, but these people pass away and with them, the only repository of the embarrassment ever happened remaining is ourselves. You will likely live to be the only one alive that know these embarrassing moments ever took place. Don’t continue to torture yourself when you’re the last witness.
But it will still be the truth.
Maybe what we do won’t matter in the sense of having a discernable effect, but there is something eternal about every bit of us anyway. In a million years it will still be true that once there was a fresh parsnip on this strange small platform called lemmy, hitting buttons on a keyboard and communicating with people from all over their little wet rock of a planet, attempting to connect and to understand. Every kindness of you, every act of bravery, everything you’re proud of in your past is now as true as it was then and as it will be next year. And that will never go away. F o r e v e r.
(Of course, this is also correct for everything we’re ashamed of - but if we try to make the best of it, that too becomes a universal truth about us.)