{"id":2289,"date":"2018-01-23T16:49:42","date_gmt":"2018-01-23T22:49:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=2289"},"modified":"2018-01-23T16:49:42","modified_gmt":"2018-01-23T22:49:42","slug":"my-own-meaning-to-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/01\/23\/my-own-meaning-to-life\/","title":{"rendered":"My Own Meaning to Life"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Everything that is here will one day be erased.<\/p>\n<p>Every famous name you know won&#8217;t matter, even Albert Einstein.\u00a0 Everything here is bound to die.\u00a0 That leads to a word I was obsessed with for about two years: entropy.<\/p>\n<p>Entropy (n)-\u00a0gradual decline into disorder<\/p>\n<p>So what does it all mean then?\u00a0 Life is pointless, right?\u00a0 Nothing matters?\u00a0 If we can&#8217;t do anything to last, then what can matter?<\/p>\n<p><em>You<\/em> matter.\u00a0 You, your friends, your enemies, everyone you love and hate.\u00a0 I think the point of life is living, to be happy and to make others happy.<\/p>\n<p>My own meaning to life is happiness.<\/p>\n<p>I was a really smart kid.\u00a0 I would sit in the shower and sob because I thought too hard into the meaning of the universe and how it was all a void that would never matter, even if I did go to heaven.\u00a0 I was so terrified of slipping into the void, of nothing to matter.\u00a0 What was the point?\u00a0 I wasn&#8217;t happy.\u00a0 Why was I here?<\/p>\n<p>But when I started living, I realized it.\u00a0 We shouldn&#8217;t build anything to last; we shouldn&#8217;t try to.\u00a0 The point to life is personal happiness.<\/p>\n<p>Going to work doesn&#8217;t matter.\u00a0 Being productive to society doesn&#8217;t matter.\u00a0 Society won&#8217;t be here soon enough.\u00a0 We&#8217;re all just ants in the bigger scheme, even George Washington.<\/p>\n<p>So stop following the colony.\u00a0 Have the ants ever considered wandering off, going to faraway lands?\u00a0 Why build this mound your entire life on the outskirts of Paris?\u00a0 Go see the Eiffel Tower!<\/p>\n<p>Power doesn&#8217;t matter.\u00a0 Money doesn&#8217;t matter.\u00a0 Not to me, at least.\u00a0 Getting a stable career doesn&#8217;t really matter to me.\u00a0 The truth is that I know that I will be fine.\u00a0 I will be happy even if I am living on the side of the road.<\/p>\n<p>It really doesn&#8217;t matter what anyone else thinks.\u00a0 Be yourself.\u00a0 Blow all of your money, be crazy.\u00a0 People will point and laugh.\u00a0 Get bad grades if the subject doesn&#8217;t interest you.\u00a0 People will call you an idiot.\u00a0 You will know that they are only cogs in the machine.<\/p>\n<p>And I realize that I&#8217;ve been touching on the same subject in the last few of my blogs, but I wrote three in a row.\u00a0 This is something I&#8217;m passionate about.<\/p>\n<p>So don&#8217;t wait to live.\u00a0 The time is now.\u00a0 It doesn&#8217;t matter what age you are now.\u00a0 Go crazy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Everything that is here will one day be erased. Every famous name you know won&#8217;t matter, even Albert Einstein.\u00a0 Everything here is bound to die.\u00a0 That leads to a word I was obsessed with for about two years: entropy. Entropy (n)-\u00a0gradual decline into disorder So what does it all mean then?\u00a0 Life is pointless, right?\u00a0 &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/01\/23\/my-own-meaning-to-life\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;My Own Meaning to Life&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":28,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2289"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/28"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2289"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2289\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2297,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2289\/revisions\/2297"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2289"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2289"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2289"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}