What am I? What does it all mean? What is this existence?
I'm 40 years old and I still don't understand this life
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We were endowed with consciousness somehow.
Or at least, I was. I think.
In the absence of any clear indication otherwise, I assume that no G-ds exist, that my reason and senses can approximate reality, that the world is to a large extent knowable, and that I am free to do whatever I like.
I am able to do this because it is natural to me, and because to do otherwise would be to give up the only means I have of understanding and navigating the world.
In other words I do what I do out of hope and a basic optimism of sorts; a trust in the self-consistency, and approximate knowability, of reality.
Yes, this is the way.
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Married? Children? You’ve failed.
Only exceptions are narrow vocational callings to religious life. Otherwise, then I think you know why you’re disillusioned.I’m neither married nor a parent, but it’s the other way around. Monks are just in/sels who gave up on themselves and started willfully hallucinating to escape reality.