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I find it interesting that everything in history- war, religion, science -was all done so that man can answer the one question that's bothered us since the dawn of time.
What's the point?
And in thousands of years of human history, nobody has definitively answered this question.
People who are close to me know this: I hate not having the answer. There's a very real reason that my Droid stays within 2 feet of my person at all times these days, and it has way more to do with Google at my fingertips than it does with my having to be connected to the world at all times.
But maybe the answer is that there is no point; and it struck me the other day that it doesn't really matter. The only thing that we can know for sure, the only thing that we can rely on completely is that right now, at this moment in history... We exist.
And "existing" simultaneously seems like enough, and not a good enough answer. Perhaps its because it takes the pressure off of religion to give us purpose and puts it on ourselves.
And that's what it really boils down to. You have to find and create your own purpose- whatever that may be. And it doesn't matter what it is, as long as you find it fulfilling; as long as you get that giddy high from talking about what you love to do. (For me, this is interactive advertising, renewable energy, politics/policy and horses. All at the same time. I can talk about any of the above for hours at a time.).
And at the end of the day, none of it matters without the people you love.
People do some awful things to each other. Awful, awful things. And often, they aren't on purpose. The ways that we hurt each other out of spite and love and self interest cut to the core.
But then you have people that restore your faith in humanity. The teacher who volunteers to drive your horse to Nashville at the last minute. The Twitter follower from England who remembers that you tweeted about a horse show on Friday and asks about it on Monday morning. The friend that sees right through you when you say "I'm okay" and innately knows to either make you talk about it or let you pretend that it IS okay. The friend that knows you're having a tough week and texts you lyrics to U2 songs every morning just to give you something to brighten your day.
The little things that people do inspire me to be a better person, and a better friend. Thank you all.
What's the point?
And in thousands of years of human history, nobody has definitively answered this question.
People who are close to me know this: I hate not having the answer. There's a very real reason that my Droid stays within 2 feet of my person at all times these days, and it has way more to do with Google at my fingertips than it does with my having to be connected to the world at all times.
But maybe the answer is that there is no point; and it struck me the other day that it doesn't really matter. The only thing that we can know for sure, the only thing that we can rely on completely is that right now, at this moment in history... We exist.
And "existing" simultaneously seems like enough, and not a good enough answer. Perhaps its because it takes the pressure off of religion to give us purpose and puts it on ourselves.
And that's what it really boils down to. You have to find and create your own purpose- whatever that may be. And it doesn't matter what it is, as long as you find it fulfilling; as long as you get that giddy high from talking about what you love to do. (For me, this is interactive advertising, renewable energy, politics/policy and horses. All at the same time. I can talk about any of the above for hours at a time.).
And at the end of the day, none of it matters without the people you love.
People do some awful things to each other. Awful, awful things. And often, they aren't on purpose. The ways that we hurt each other out of spite and love and self interest cut to the core.
But then you have people that restore your faith in humanity. The teacher who volunteers to drive your horse to Nashville at the last minute. The Twitter follower from England who remembers that you tweeted about a horse show on Friday and asks about it on Monday morning. The friend that sees right through you when you say "I'm okay" and innately knows to either make you talk about it or let you pretend that it IS okay. The friend that knows you're having a tough week and texts you lyrics to U2 songs every morning just to give you something to brighten your day.
The little things that people do inspire me to be a better person, and a better friend. Thank you all.
You should know that a wonderful, smart person like you has a whole network of people who love and admire you very much.