• viralJ@lemmy.world
    1·
    2 days ago

    I think you need a new keyboard lol. Did you mean ataraxia?

    Another word I haven’t heard until now, but yes, I do support this attitude to life. I think I’ve learnt it from my ex. Sometimes bad things happen that are beyond your control and lamenting them is a waste of time, which can be much better spent on trying to figure if there is anything that can be done about the loss or adversity. And if nothing can be done, move on to enjoying other things in life.

    I was interested to read that in ancient times, ataraxia was the ideal state for soldiers heading for battle. You can be sure as hell that if I was about to face the prospect of killing others or being killed, ataraxia would be the last mental state I’d be in!

  • fool@programming.dev
    1·
    7 days ago

    To be furiously myself.

    Of course there’s “how do you define yourself” but I discover it every day and it changes spectrally every few weeks (it better) so my definition is wrong over and over again. And I’m right over and over again too. Am I drunk?

    It’s hard to define in words, since words lose meaning and are imperfect when they leave your mouth.
    But I feel well-defined when I turn a gun game into a tea party. Or a tea party into a gun game.
    When I stay up wake to grab an extra bite of time, or when I do jack shit to stare at cool red cirrus clouds. I’m defined when I fuck up but bite my way up the wall into a standing position.
    When I write something down and look back at it later – “wow, I was smart” or “wow, I was braindead” – then do it again.
    Decorate my room, or make my lock screen pretty, or reanimate a useless skill.

    I’m only a little opinionated though. If I download a personality, that’s still me. If I 180, that’s still me. If I’m dead wrong and eat advice, that’s still me.

    I’m not gonna carpe diem into a crime spree but my time is fucking mine so fuck everything (romantically/derogatorily)

  • papertowels@lemmy.one
    16·
    9 days ago

    To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate the beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch Or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!

    • Ralph Waldo Emerson
    • And009@reddthat.com
      36·
      9 days ago

      Everyone is born evil, the purpose is to realise we’re one. It’s a long cycle and we’ve done well in the last 100 year vs 1000 years

      • XIIIesq@lemmy.world
        6·
        9 days ago

        Hard disagree. I think we’re born stupid, that’s very different.

        Honestly, your comment sounds a lot like the “original sin” shit that the Christian church tries to push.

        • And009@reddthat.com
          5·
          8 days ago

          Well I’m probably wording it wrong or you’re reading it differently.

          But, what I mean is every individual has their own journey towards their maturity when they realise helping others is the way to go.

  • spicy pancake@lemmy.zipEnglish
    10·
    9 days ago

    ideally producing scientific research and art but in practice I’m just trying to minimize my own suffering :/

    • Maeve@kbin.earth
      1·
      9 days ago

      Pretty sure that’s what everyone is doing. It helps to help others, where we can, in my experience. Focus on love, beauty, goodness. We can hyperfocus on the ugliness and easily fall into the abyss of despair, rather than the abyss of freedom (within personal constraints, obvs).

  • nicomachus@programming.devEnglish
    9·
    9 days ago

    My purpose in life is to produce poop and pee. I work hard so that I can afford food and water so that I can eventually poo and pee. I have an urge to reproduce so that my children can also poop and pee.