Ever since I can remember, I've heard people saying the meaning of life is "to be happy".
I've never bought in to that at all. It just feels wrong somehow. It feels like a cheap, schmaltzy greeting card answer.
Of course, I still have that deep, primal, instinctual need to know. Hell, maybe that's the autistic in me - yet again always trying to rationalise, think, process and explain such fundamental life issues, rather than feel them instinctively as neurotypicals seem to do. But, I've never trusted a NT's response on such important matters. After all, they're untrustworthy, conflicted, contradictory and superficial creatures.
Sooo... I thought I'd turn to my most trusted brethren and ask - in your most philosophical moments, what do you think we're on this crazy, marvellous, magical and mysterious earth for...
… what's the meaning of life?
At the risk of quoting Star Wars, just as Light can't be defined without Dark, the same is also true of Happiness.
It isn't possible to feel happy all the time because we need at least the odd spell of sadness to be able to distinguish it from feeling nothing.
It's an often repeated cliche that people on the Spectrum are anti-social & most happy when left to their own company. This is definitely not true for me though, quite the opposite in fact. Spending too much time alone literally drives me into the depths of despair.
Maybe it's because I was bullied so badly at school that I spent my most formative years as a complete outcast, but for me happiness is more about belonging than anything else. As long as I feel like I belong, then even if I am doing something tedious or unpleasant, I still feel happy on some level.
Sadly, my fear of being rejected & becoming an outcast again is always present. No matter how hard I try to belong in a given social setting or even a relationship, it always feels like it could be snatched away without warning. It doesn't help that this has actually happened several times at critical points in my life & to devasting effect. It's hard to silence a negative internal voice when it can so easily quote valid precedants.
For me then, I suppose the meaning of life is 'Belonging', I just wish it wasn't so darned difficult to achieve or maintain.
I suppose that's what my meaning is in many ways, because when I got the diagnosis, or rather, when I first realised I was autistic, I suddenly felt like I belonged, that I was a human being after all.
Although it didn't stop there. I knew that I belonged here now, that I was on the right planet, that I hadn't been dropped off on the wrong planet by mistake, but it's like everything I do has to have meaning so I had to find the meaning that underlies everything I do, because although I now felt like I belonged, I had to figure out what I was going to do on this planet now that I knew it was my home!
For me, the meaning of life is to express oneself, and that's it, because really, what else can we do? But I guess it comes down to who you believe yourself to be.
(please refer to the new post I'm just about to make)
Evan said:(please refer to the new post I'm just about to make)
...If by this you mean the reply at myself, then I say that that is Six New Threads, there...! (That is Fine by me, yet one at a time, I say.)
I never said that the question is flawed - it is a very common question, which invites debate and discussion, which is exactly what is happening, here.
...I stand by what I said, though. (But nobody got my pun about PIE = PI...? *Sigh*...)
I don't know what PI is? But I know what a pie is, as in something you eat?