Morbid F, 16, seeks Epicurus (M or F -or anything else!- will do) to have philosophical arguements with… GSOH essential.

Hallo… this has been both depressing me and obsessing me for a while. I’ve read afew philosophical books to try and find other’s opinions on the meaning of life, but I simply cannot agree with any of them. I’ve come to a slightly nihilistic conclusion that there cannot be an ultimate meaning for being alive, although I want to be proved wrong, I want to find out that I’m wrong, I really do want there to be a meaning. Does there have to be a meaning? Some would say no, but if there is no meaning, then what is the point in existing? Why do we not all hurl ourselves off a cliff, a mass human suicide into the sea? “Death may be the greatest of human blessings” said Socrates. No. We don’t do that because there is some sort of hope that there is a reason why we’re here, even though we cannot know it, cannot see it.

Another of my favourite quotes to ponder upon is this one, by Epicurus: “Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.” I begin to almost have a conversation with him in my head at this point. I ask him, “but does death not rebute everything a person may have stood for in life?” and then “can there be a meaning in life therefore, if death erases and seemingly contradicts life and any meaning that a human being could have created?”

You know what, if any of you want to pretend to be Epicurus and argue back to me, that would be both entertaining and possibly quite helpful.

~ by Vicki on July 10, 2007.