Thursday 26 January 2023

Meaning of Life

 

A Few Thoughts on The Meaning of Life.


The will to power.

You want power because you feel powerless. To get what you want, you need power. If your desire is small then the amount of power you need is likewise small. At a minimum, most people want power over themselves, so they dont feel like someone else is always controlling them.


Power is the means to an end. It is not the goal. However getting and holding power often becomes your dominant focus in life. Your actual goal becomes forgotten or de-prioritized.


The will to pleasure.

You seek to avoid pain and gain pleasure. Your choices are made along the generalized calculation; What will give me a good outcome for the lest amount of discomfort? This is more about the goal and less about the means. It is not a quest to always, at all costs, avoid pain and gain immediate gratification. Some hardship may be acceptable to gain the thing you want.


The problem here is that most people are bad at knowing what is good for them. They will make most choices based on short sighted calculations of pleasure and pain.


These two factors are important to keep in mind, but they are not at the core of the big questions.

Why am I here? What is the point of life?


The meaning of life may be found in religion or philosophy. You may have learned it without even knowing it. What you should do as a child, as a teen, as an adult, will be taught to you in some way or other. Society will offer you a pattern of how you should live your life. In the past this was often very dogmatic and heavily structured. What you must do to be a good man or woman was spelled out and drilled into you from a young age. Today, not so much.


There comes a time in everyone's life when they question the given meaning of life. Why accept what you have been taught? This is the realm of constructing meaning for your life, yourself.


The will to meaning.

What is important to you? How should you live life? These are choices they are not dictated by outside agencies. Although many things in the world will try to influence what you think and believe. They will try to convince you that they provide the answers, that their answers are true and unavoidable.


Many people feel the need for meaning in life. They sometimes go in search of it. But very few know they can construct meaning for themselves. It is not like building a complicated theory of everything. It is more like answering a simple question; Do you find what you do in life worthwhile?


Some lament the long hours we must work to survive. They want free time for other activities. Others fear free time, because it is filled with boardom, time they must kill. They enjoy being at work, even if they complain about it. They feel a seance of accomplishment, because the work is important to them or because it is a worthwhile step to get the thing they really want.


As Nietzche once said “He who has a why to live, can bear almost any how he lives.”



How do prisoners survive in horrible situations? Will power. If you have a reason to keep going, you can. But if you find life pointless, if you see no possible improvement, then you are doomed. Not doomed to die, but doomed to drift. You will forever be seeking one distraction, a thing to focus your interest on, so you dont have to face the meaningless life you live.


Enter the internet and its seemingly endless volumes of distraction. Maybe you can find the meaning of life on line. More likely you will just waist huge amounts of time.


“What man needs is not peace and ease. He needs struggle for a worthwhile goal. Only then will he feel accomplishment. The satisfaction of knowing that, succeed or fail, he was part of a noble activity.” is also a thing Nietzche said.


You are responsible for what you do.

But I had no choice. The circumstances left me with no options. I was forced into this situation.

There is always a choice, even if it sometimes is very unpleasant. You may avoid the “right” choice because it seems to carry too much pain and not enough pleasure. You may avoid it because the chance of success is very low and the current unhealthy situation is manageable. You may feel there is no choice because you simply fail to see it. But ultimately you do have a choice.


You are also responsible for your attitude.

Lets be clear, emotions and attitudes are not the same thing. An emotion is a sudden response to stimulation. It is a short term feeling that comes upon you. Think of it like a spark. You can deal with the emotion, fan the flames or snuff it out. You are in control of how you react to your emotions. An attitude is a long term emotional state of being. One that you have even more control over.


A bad event will make you feel a certain way. This is hard to avoid, and may be unhealthy to avoid. But it is up to you how this emotion affects the rest of your day. It may seem like you have no choice, a negative emotion will cause a negative attitude, and ruin the rest of your day. But this is not a law of nature. Environment influences attitude, it does not dictate it. You can chose to maintain a calm and pleasant attitude even during stressful emotional situations.



Conclusions.

People want to avoid pain and gain pleasure, but they are willing to accept pain if the activity or the end result is of value to them. People want power because they fear being in situations where they have no choices. Mostly they think about power over people and situations, but it is power over themselves that will be of more benefit to living a good life. Power over your own attitude.


When people are taught the meaning of life, they may be happy and productive if they never question it. Acting within the confines of religious or social expectations is not necessarily a bad way to live. But for many people today, the offered patterns, the old answers to the big question, are not acceptable. Life has no clear meaning.


So they must go out and find one. They must construct a meaning for their lives.

Friday 8 March 2019

A few more Poems

Song of the Serpent Dec 2018

The deepest truth,
can not be seen.
Its all vermouth,
know what I mean?
 
We carry on,
each marvelous day.
Until we are gone,
or have nothing to say.
 
Being on stage,
washed with screams.
Golden is the cage,
bizarre are the dreams.
 
We carry on,
each horrible day.
Until we are gone,
or have no place to play.
 
Why do I sing?
Iv got something to say.
What good does it bring?
I get paid anyway.
 
We carry on,
each confusing day.
Until we are gone,
or find a new way.
 
Music can move you,
far and fast.
Love can be true,
but how long will it last?
 
I got to go now,
its closing time.
And I dont know how,
to end this rhyme. 


Questions Questions.     Dec 2018


What do you want ?
What do you need ?
Can you find love ?
Will you succeed ?
 
Those are the questions,
we all think about.
Can we find happiness?
We frequently doubt.
 
What value do you see in me?
Is not asked a lot.
Can we help each other ?
Is friendship what we’ve got ?
 
Am I the one ?
Will our love be true ?
Is it all over ?
Or is it something new ?
 
Are you willing to,
walk with me in the rain,
laugh in good times,
and endure the pain ?
 
Are you the one ?
Will out love be true ?
Is it impossible ?
Or something we can do ?



Questions & Answers; March 2019

This is based on Feb’s poem that was full of questions.

Are you willing to learn about me?
Everything you allow to be uncovered.
I'm willing to learn about you.
But will you accept the secrets of the past?

What things tick you off and make you scream?
Not many words or acts have that power today.
When you grow silent what does it means?
That I care enough to consider my words carefully.

What can you do, when I panic?
Calmly tell you, Im here when your ready.
Will you hold me, when I shut down?
Calmly being there, until you are ready.

Can I trust you to catch me when I fall?
No, but I will help you up as soon as I can.
Or will you be the one to confirm that what
I've always known all along?
No, I will be the one to surprise you in a way
you never thought possible. 



Afternoon of Questions march 2019

Will you hold me in the dark and cold?
Will we stay together as we grow old?
Is our love strong enough to last?
Can we overcome the past?

Take my hand and say you’ll try.
Laugh and love, care and cry.

Am I able to make your lonely life right?
Are you happy to stay night after night?
Is our love enough to carry us along?
Can we help each other be that strong?

Take my hand and say you’ll try.
Laugh and love, care and cry.


The Mermaid Song

Mermaid, Mermaid in the tub,
you splish and splash, as I gently rub
away, all of the day’s sticky dirt
and sooth life's bitter hurt.

In the water you love to play,
I wish I could join you someday.
Mermaid, Mermaid, your tail is so fine,
I wish that soon you will be mine.


The Elf Song 

The beautiful elf liked to stand,
on top the highest hill in the land.
In dark or light she would sing,
sweet music for the distant king.

Her soul pure, yet so very sad.
Her life hard, yet not always bad.
The beautiful elf wanted to be free,
she hoped for love, just like you or me.


 

Sunday 26 August 2018

Poems

Just because I wanted to put these Poems some place.
Some have dates others do not. 
Some are cool others are hot. ah ah.
Most are very deep.




No One Wins

Superficial smile,
happy for a while.
You do the best you can do,
but inside your broken too.
Some days its all OK, yet the pain never goes away.

Avoid what hurts, thats the plan,
life will be good with a new man.
Believe the past is all a lie,
but for its loss you still cry.
Some days its all OK, yet the pain never goes away.

Dont talk or let me in.
Dont let healing begin.
Fear drives much of what you do,
I know its taste, Im broken too.
Some days its all OK, yet the pain never goes away. 

Talk to me, yell and scream,
blame me for your broken dream.
We may never, restore the past,
but together, find peace at last.

I really had to work on that last set. It sounds good with just the 3, but so depressing. I promised myself some time ago to try and end all my poems with something hopeful, so there it is.

Alternative June 10. ( After the phone call )

Superficial smile, happy for a while.
You do the best you can do,
but inside you are broken too.
Some days its all ok, yet the pain never goes away.
Avoid what hurts, thats the plan now.
Life will be better soon, somehow.
Believe the past is all a lie.
But for its lose you still cry.
Some days its all ok, yet the pain never goes away.
Do not talk or let me in.
Do not let healing begin.
Fear drives that which you do,
I know its taste, Im broken too.


The Conversation – Poem June 2018

Love is flowers and sweet honey,
soft and cuddly like a bunny.
No its not, you romantic fool,
Love is tragic and always cruel.

Love is stronger than time, I say
Its hardships come and go away.
So optimistic in hopes and dreams,
you’ll get ruined and end in screams.

Let it go, your devotion is no good at all,
cant you see how they feel, look at that wall.
Love is much more than you grimly think
we may flounder in life but love will not sink.




The Pirate Tiger Poem.

It just happened to be on Father’s day 2018.

I saw the tiger beneath the trees,
with a shaking in my knees.

Teeth and claws, hunting for pray,
I without a musket, its not a good day.

The big cat looked right into my eye,
I felt doomed, I wished I could fly.

No saber or pistol, its not a good day,
alone on the shore of shipwreck bay.







Robbing Tom Petty June 2018

Its a long day,
working at the subway.
My love said;
Dont come round no more.

Im the bad guy,
still walking with my head high.
Im the bad guy,
for braking her heart.

Now I try,,,
Not to call her.
Now I try,,,
Not to care about my kids.
Yeaaa Im freeeee,
free to live well.
Im freeee,
to regret the things I did.

Maybe someday,
they will want to know me.
Maybe someway,
we can cross the stormy sea.

Its my hope, they will forgive me.
Its my dream, a family again we can be.



Poem of the day. May 15
Hope.
Look up to the night sky,
vast and empty yet full of stars.

Wish that there is life out there,
one chance in a billion.
Love.
Look at the broken past,
empty of trust yet once full of joy.
Wish that life can be happy again,
one chance in a billion.
Faith.



Under our bed. Poem July 02, 2018

Fear, Fear, its what we have here.
It is the dread, that hides under your bed.

Face it or flee, how bad can it be?
Reason and logic are lost at sea.

Dont call me a coward. Dont say Im not strong.
Iv endured so much, Iv suffered so long.

Dangers I can beat, life’s challenges I meat.
But in those eyes, I lose my feet.

Falling to the floor, cant take any more.
So get away from me, I just wanna be free.

Dont need to face my fear. Dont need another beer.
If you stay away, then my day’s all ok.

Fear, Fear, its what we have hear.
Its all in your head, there’s nothing under the bed.




Summer Jam 2018

Looking out the window, the summer passing by.
So many things to do, no time to stop and cry.

Work and play, day after day,
trying to put some money away.

I do what I want, because I am free.
No one to care for, its all about me.

Still I wonder some days, how they are doing at home.
Will any of them ever pick up the phone?
Oh no, that old life is just a foggy haze,
memories of long past summer days.




Inspired by reality and the song “Burn” by the Cure

6am, August, 26, 2018

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look at me.
Your angry eyes are all I see.
Beneath your flowing hair and dress,
your body hard with angry stress.

Every night I dream,
Every night the dream’s the same. x2

We laugh, we talk, we love, we play,
just like we did back in the day.
Then your mood becomes a storm,
cold and gray and full of harm.

Every night I dream,
Every night I can’t move on. x2

Don’t talk, don’t talk, don’t talk to me.
That’s how you want it to be.
Beneath your silent glare of rage,
other emotions want the stage.

Every night I dream,

Every day I struggle on. x2



The Grunge Song 2016 Westmorland

I only share my pain and anguish
my happiness I save for me.
In a life filled with tragedy
my secret joy you will not see.

By the knife, we seek to find some happy life.
In de-ni-al, every dream will end in strife.

As I make my own path
I know it can never last.
Like the flowers they are lies
bright and shinny they die fast.

All my life Iv seen the tears come crashing down
In de-ni-al, sad smiles worn like a crown.

I want to scream my sorrows
even though Iv no regrets.
We plan and sceam for tomorrow
draw your cards, place your bets. 



Living in Pergatory

Look at the world around you.
Does it feel real or fake?
They say they will help you,
so swallow the poison cake.

You can do nothing about it,
or you can scream and shake.
They say they will help you,
Ask not how long it will take.

The facade cracks and crumbles,
we wonder when it will brake.
They say they will help you,
Throw their promises in the lake.

Living in pergatory is not what I want to do.
There is no joy in running this race,
the rewards are all untrue. 



Fight Song 2016

Look around you at the city
Crime, corruption, isnt’t it pretty?
Keep your head down, its ok.
Fix it all, there’s no way.

Power and privilage for a small few.
Payday loans for the rest of you.

The world is like a vipers nest,
There is evil to fight and more.
Dont close your eyes like the rest,
Together we can settle the score.



Fight Song 2017

Grab your good intentions,
pick your courage up off the floor.
Toss away your pretensions,
There’s evil to fight and more.

Im not the worst or the best,
I bet that is you too friend.
Iv joy and sadness like the rest,
yet I struggle onto the end.

When you fall as low as you can,
Do you give up, blame them all?
Do you stand up, determined and tall? 



C.A.T.S.

Cats are creeping in,
they know just what to do.
Cats will fight and win,
they are coming to save you. 


What we Are

Animals, Animals, sitting in a cage.
So very full of powerless rage.
Animals, Animals, staring at the clock.
Day by day, Tick by tock. 

Be a good animal do what they say,
swallow what they feed you,
then go out to play.

Animals, Animals, trapped in a cell.
Boredom is a special kind of hell.
Animals, Animals, you cant get out.
They laugh as you scream and shout. 

Be a good animal do what they say,
swallow what they feed you,
then go out to play.

Animals, Animals, still in a cage.
Truth and lies mixed on the page.
Animals, Animals, what can you do?
Pray that we all make it through. 


How Much Loss Nov 22 2017

Every hopefull expectation,
willnot come to pass.
Shattered dreams on the floor,
broken just like glass.


How much can you stand to lose,
before you will brake?
How much disappointment can
your heart bravely take?


All your loved ones gone away,
the family home is lost.
A life time’s worth of possessions,
into the trash are tossed.


Yet still you struggle on somehow,
to stubborn to give up.
Pride in your self or faith in God?
You hang on to the cup.




What is your philosophy on life,  October 2018
in just one short paragraph ?
My answer;
Life owes you nothing. The reverse is also true.
Its all about choices, even in the toughest times,
you still have free will over what you do.
All things in moderation.
Hold to the old, reach for the new.


Introverts of the World Unite Nov. 2018


Can you lover without being face to face?
A single person or the whole human race?
If disappointment is all you expect,
Your happiness you’ve already wrecked.


To hold love forever in your heart,
To seek good in others, is a dying art.
So long as there is life there is hope.
So put down the knife and the rope.


You have lost a lot, I have too.
Many days teats like bitter brew.
The hurt is real, dont pretend its not.
Yet you should enjoy what you have got.


Do you mock my sunny point of view?
Do you think life holds nothing new?
I have only one last thing to say;

Tomorrow needs not be the same as today. 



For what it is worth. Nov 2018


How do you value a human life?
By the joy they bring or how they cause strife.
Can you count all the good they do,
If they are mean to others but not to you?


Do a few bad weeds,
erase the good deeds?


Are you valued by your pay per hour?
Or by your political power?
Are you measured by the wisdom you give?
By the choices you make, the way you live?


Why are some lives worth less than others?

Are we not all human, sisters and brothers? 



Time Traveler 2018

Because Iv traveled the universe a lot,
Iv seen love turn cold and sometimes stay hot.


I wish I could travel back to the day before,
tragic events came knocking at your door.
So many thoughts Iv wanted to share,
But I did not call, because it wouldn’t be fair.
I could tell you what mystery life had in store.
But you would not believe all this and more.


Now that I got the good side of new,
Iv found arms to fall right into.
Its not what I had planed,
Yet it is my heart’s demand,
I hope you understand.


We cross this line with no regrets.
Sharing a love of uncertainty.
No looking back, we promise,
only thoughts forward.
Are we fools in love,
or just fools for love?


Now we stand at this place,
never expecting to be here.
With time and patience,
our hearts will prove what’s true.
If we are just friends,
or if our love is unconditional.
What is meant to be, shall be.






Under the awkward silence Nov. 2018

Words that I cant say now.
Many things I want to tell you,
But I dont know how.


It would be simple if ties to the past were cut.
Yet still I have hopes for that lost life,
even though all the doors are shut.


I want to move forward to something new.
So here Im reaching a virtual hand,
Hoping for someone like you. 



How do I miss you ? Dec 2018


How can you miss the ones you love?
Are there only two ways?
The sorrow and sense of loss,
when you know they are gone forever.
The hopeful sense of longing,
when you may see them again someday.


The first requires acceptance
of the finality of the loss.
The second assumes the joyful reunion
is possible, even if the day is far away.


Yet there is a third way,
a more painful path.
When they are alive and distant,
when what you had is dead and gone.
You miss them, you hope to see them,

yet the meeting would bring no joy. 



Evolution of Love Dec 2018


Young love is fire, its passion, its need.
Burning desire, its a kind of greed.
I want you. I need you. Will you be mine?


Bright sparks of adventure, romance and fun.
Loud cries of excitement as your on the run.
Its about the now, tomorrow’s too far.
Am I happy with you, as things now are?


Young love is a storm, its passion, its flame.
Longing and lust, with rewards, its a game.
Flying high, burning bright,
until the crash, one bitter night.


The end is anger, argument and hate,
or maybe cold silence,
to fix things, its too late.


Yet despair not, and listen.


Young love is not the only kind.
There is another you may find.
Deep and powerful as the sea.
It thinks about what good it can be.


I can live with out you, this I know to be true.
But together, we are better at all that we do.
This love is patient, this love is kind.
It is what we all need to find.