Questions

The Questions we ask govern how we do in life, or if not govern atleast direct our life. Direct our curiousity, cultivate our interest, its the reason we end up choosing our career, partner and general life. A question is "How do you computers work"? or "I wonder if that girl likes me", you answer those questions by living out life. However, there are questions that are too general that you cannot answer, I think these questions should be avoided, atleast in youth, because youth lack background. In any case questions regarding How should life be lived or the reason behind existence. These questions provide no real benefit as the answer most likeley does not exist, more so if you find the "ideal" answer its most likely wrong. Any idea that puts the idea of life in a box is most likely going to lead to tynrray. An example of this idea was Hitler. A question worth asking, and quesiton that can lead to great benefit, is How should MY life be lived or what is the point of MY existence. Even in this case there is no final answer, its an answer that has iterations overtime, as we get more rational and learn more about ourselves. We benefit greatly from answering this question becuase it is a direct invitiation to live life in a way that you think is "ideal". I know I just argued that the ideal doens't exist, but you can get close to it yourself, since you are in control of yourself not the world. Philosphy is not philoshy if you are not living it out, you are merely enjoying it for entertainment sake, these quesitons aren't be taken lightly. Every time I have asked myself these questions I have been saddened, There was a period in my life last year where I had to consider the idea of life, I reasoned and reasoned, and I came to a conclusion. There is no point to life, then I must take my own life, there is no other answer, if there is no point then there is no use in living, you are wasting time. I knew I wasn't going to take my life, but when I thought about it more and more. I reallized the reason I didn't wasnt to take my life is becuase of my mom. Even if I could escape the constant nihilism that was not worth my mother loosing her mind. That's when I reazlied the meaning of existing atleast for me is predicated on the people around me. It's like the whole reason we live is to find meaning, and then pass it on the next generation. We are the flag berares of meaning in this current world, we can think critically. It is a creative endvaour aswell, meaning may be hard to find, but we must find it, those in Austwitz that survived were not the labourers, whos life was most similar to life in prison beforehand, but people that could find meaning in the suffereing, whether that was to see family again or to live for the sake of living(idk about the for the sake of living). The cycle continues as does meaning, ever changing yet uniquely the same.