Is There a Meaning?

I find it hard to not speak whats on my mind and it only causes me to stress when I don't. I find fault with almost everything I observe because I am very analytical but my questions usually make sense. I question love, world issues, religion and the path to finding myself all the time. But the more answers I get the more questions I come up with. I'm finally starting to see that there are people who want good in the world which feels great but I still question things.

Since I LOVE a good debate and LOVE when people express what they think. I decided I wanted to start openly expressing my thoughts. So with the encouragement of a few people I created this page. I noticed that others are all getting their opinions across in a reasonable manor. So why shouldn't I? Some really think and think outside the box. And I take so much interest In those opinions because it is intriguing to find I'm not the only one who feels a certain way about certain situations or is going through certain experiences.

I was always scared to join the debate team when I was in school because I always thought you had to be really intelligent. Not that I didn't think I was intelligent but I just thought that any opinions I may have had didn't really matter. So I just became a sponge. Now I want to join one really bad. I want to have a voice and I want my voice to be heard.

I have always thought that life should be meaningful. Not necessarily every moment of every day. I mean, how meaningful is it to do laundry? Or to wash your car every Sunday? Nor should life always be serious. Making sure that every little detail of an event goes off without a hitch, or making sure your little collectibles have to be placed a certain way are just a little OC. We all need extremely large doses of just having a good time!

But life has to be more than just pleasure-seeking, partly because the enjoyment doesn't last. It's here for a moment, then gone.

I've been more on a roller coaster...I've been up, been down, stopped,
waited, afraid, anxious, curious, depressed, worried and the list goes on...

Of course, no one knew I was feeling this way or knew how I felt about life -- on the outside I don't show it. Ironically, when I was younger I felt that many of the guys I hung with looked up to me and maybe they wished their lives were more like mine. If that was the case they didn't know how unfulfilled I felt and still do feel.

Even though I criticized some of them and was always looking for reasons to condemn them, there was something about them I couldn't get over...they didn't seem to be missing anything. They seemed to have that real fulfillment I was looking for. They seemed to know the meaning of life.

As my days go by I understand that no one really "knows" the meaning of life we just tend to adapt to the rhythm to fit our own personal needs. Some of those needs may be to control or dominate, or maybe to inspire or enlighten. The point is we spend so much energy on things that look good to others.

Is it only me, or does it seem as though things have just become far more serious and complicated than they used to be?

The world is moving at a very fast pace and it can almost seem as though life is running you rather than you, running life. Time goes by so quickly, and the days and weeks can appear to blend one into the next and before you know it another year has gone by and you’ve only just kept up!

How can it be that with all the technology and advancements that are supposed to ‘save us time’ and make life easier and less stressful, that many of us never seem to have the ‘time’ to stop and go after our goals and dreams, or even to spend real quality time with our friends and with the ones we love?

Think about this for a moment – it makes no sense! We live in a world were virtually everything we had to do manually in the past can now be done by a machine; you would think this would then free us up to spend our time doing the things we like to do and having fun – but does it? When and how did it get so serious?

Generally we seem to work harder and longer hours to stay abreast with the financial demands of surviving in the modern world. Because of this ‘living life’ can take a back seat in order to make room for time spent ‘earning a living’ – take a good look around you; it seems to me that we are all to busy working to be doing any ‘living’!

What, after all, is the point to it all? If our days are filled with work and stress and worry, what room is there for loving, and giving; for laughter and tears, and enjoying the company of others; the exchanging of ideas, and discovery of new things; of achievements and disappointments, successes and failures; the fun and excitement and anticipation of reaching for the sky, and dreaming your dreams and making them a reality.

Where has all that ‘feeling’ and enjoyment of life gone?

Some one told me that as we grow older life must inevitably become more serious, and we must be more careful and not take the risks that one may have taken in one’s youth – that this is “how life is” and how it must be – basically that ‘life changes you’; but is that really the case?

Contrary to some trains of thought having fun does not need to mean ‘being irresponsible’, and to be ‘responsible’ it does not necessarily require that you become ‘serious’.

Do people really change in that way as they grow older, or is it circumstances in life that seem to require a different response and they just stop dreaming their dreams, which then get lost along the way? Which in turn brings unhappiness and unfulfilled dreams.

Could it truly be that you are still the same person – but you have just adapted yourself to ‘fit in’ with the world around you?