What is the #$%^^&* point??
What is my purpose for each day? What am I here for? Does it matter what I am here for? Are we only here to be in relationship with each other, with God? Can our life really be purpose driven or is it all made up...another formula that eases us through each day, a false sense of importance? Are we arrogant to think we have more purpose then to love our friends and family and someone feed and clothes ourselves and maybe some others if we are rich enough? Most of the world works their hands to the bone each day just to eat... their purpose is to survive until tomorrow and figure out how to find food...for those of us in this nation where too much food is killing us...to much lesiure (sitting around, no exerise) is killing us...what is our purpose? What do we learn from each other? , the poor from the rich and the rich from the poor?
You know that saying "What you don't know can't hurt you?" maybe it is really the opposite, what we know hurts us...maybe we know too much...information is confusing us...making our head nosiy to the point of depression, overeatting, under eatting,
I have a job and three babies...I feel like I cannot do anymore then that...I fall into bed each night...any time I take, like this, is forced because otherwise I would have no fun, nothing to look forward to..but I pay for this time with fatigue....I should be doing more at church, give to my community, cook better meals, send thoughtful cards and do thoughtful things but I can't!!!! My purpose these days is to work, do a good job, try and get a promotion, secure myself in my job...to try be available to my kids and husband...help to keep my family...after that there is nothing left...but this feels so lonley and empty...this is supose to be the stuff of life...why do I feel so lonely and sad when I have a wonderful family, enough food on the table and clothes on my backside? What I am missing....why do I relate to Black Mama's song "I shot myself today" so much? What is the %^*()*(__*&^%^ point...Jesus I would ask you to write on the wall but American Idol is on just now....I don't have to time to read.
posted by mimlap @ 2/01/2006 08:23:00 p.m.
7 Comments:
I resemble your thoughts!
Get up, drive hubby to work, make lunches, chase the kids off to school, go to work, try to get to the light at the end of the title (and hope it isn't a train), pick up people, go home, find the energy to relate to the kids and have "quality time", get some more work done, go to bed!
Sometimes I wonder, what is the point...
Well, the point is... that if you work hard enough and create enough stability, you can get credit... enough credit to go into debt to take your kids to DisneyWorld... Which then creates more encouragement to work so the bank won't take your house away!
So, that is the point of life...
Glad, I can answer your question!
Get up work two jobs that require more hours than they say they need (or perhaps just more than they pay you for).
Life is not the business we get caught up in, life is the relationships we have that can make our lives worth living. Rather than focusing on the demands of life, maybe we can focus on the relationships that we have and they will help us enjoy life.
I should probably practice this too, but preaching is easier.
Life is the relationships but if you don't have the time or energy for those relationships what is the point??? I am so tired each day I can barley put two words together...I am grumpy...how do I have relationships this way? Again I come back to my comune idea...we could then have time to be.
I think it really means giving up on some of the things we think we need and taking control of time. If I did not watch TV I would have some extra time, if did not care about impressing people at work I would have more time, if I did not need to eat out or eat particular kinds of food, I would have more money, if I did not care what my hair or makeup did, I would have more money....but those things do matter..it really feels like work to the bone and feel hollow and fill the hollow with food, drink whatever, or die....
Laura - you are officially a cyber-friend of "us people"!
I just watched a show about the life of a dinosaur. His purpose was to avoid being eaten long enough to get big enough to eat other dinosaurs long enough to pass on his genetic material. (He never did get this chance, which probably allowed the show to be on prime time.)
I'm not just being glib; are our lives just fancier versions of this same pattern?
ah Miriam, the question of my life...what the f... is the point. I suspect we will all ponder this until our dying days. Maybe that's the point... to ponder. Pondering is the point. I like it. It's my new theory.
Hmm. I know how you feel. Sometimes I think life is a series of meals, dishes, laundry, and byproducts like huge bags of stinking garbage.
Today I looked around my apartment, and I thought, how many more meals alone, before I'm old, and one night I fall asleep and don't wake up, and that was that.
But if at least now and then you get to experience real love, real joy, real beauty, and all that good stuff in life, not the least of which being the feeling of holding a baby in your arms,and thinking, yes, life is worth living, then you've got a lot to be thankful for, too. So it's both things, good, and bad, and neither one goes away.
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