To me, life is very much worth living.
Think about the nature of what you are objectively. “You” are an arrangement of atoms that have always existed as a result of the big bang.By chance of fate, luck, divine, however you want to explain it, you came from nothingness. The universe,too, as we know it came from nothingness and exploded from a single point.
Taking that into account, think about your awareness. Before you were born, you simply were not aware. But from infancy, you grew physically and mentally. You “learned” from many influential adults you blindly gave credit due to what you perceived as venerability. You learned language, allowing you to communicate. And that is only the start of it.
With the knowledge of the temporary nature of everything associated with “you,” I find it impossible to not find everything intrinsically beautiful. Your human experience, as we know it, wasn’t planned, gifted or given to you. It simply happened. The human experience may very well be our only opportunity for experiencing awareness. This makes everything “you” do just as incredible as the next. Even when you are sad, that powerful emotion is extremely real. It’s heavy, you can feel it. The fact that you can feel sad at all means you have some sort of comparison. A comparison to a time where you felt incredibly amazing. Then, that almost makes it a beautiful sadness, simply due to the fact that you can feel at all.
Life is amazing, and amazingly strange.
There may not be any purpose, but even if that’s the case, it makes this “meaningless” experience extremely amazing. If it is “meaningless, in the sense that it wasn’t planned or inevitable for us to be alive, then it is a beautiful mistake in nature that we are given this opportunity to live.
Life is worth living because the alternative is a mystery.
To the experience of life, death is only a concept – and we can’t even say for sure exactly what happens. What we can say for sure though is that life, as it exists right now, simply is. Put frankly, life is all we know.
The point of life pales in comparison to the mystery surrounding it.
@, I don’t even think there is a point in life, just a jumble of random events that happen to each of us, the point is what we decide it to be in our lives. No preordained one. Although that is just me and we’ll never find out for certain
This uncertainty gives me even more power and fuel to try to live my life one hundred percent! There is no sense to want to be in the medium existence, because another seven billion of people are living this way. Being afraid to talk, letting money to command them and not working with things they really like. Maybe that is what keeps the world controlled. Because this power we have is not for everyone!