We're all dying. Think about it.

We will all eventually end up dead. Which got me thinking; Is death a destination, or merely a fork in the road that leads you on another path to where we all inevitably end up? And either way, whether or not you have a "full, healthy, long life" really doesn't matter. In fact, either way, pre-mature death is just a short-cut to whatever heaven or hell may exist, again, our inevitable destination.

Last year in religion class, I learned (according to the Catholic religion, anyway) that life is a test that separates the hopeless sinners and those worthy of heaven. Now, if that's your faith, BAM! The meaning of life! Which solves my last question. But again, there is no way to know for sure. And I don't want to know for sure, at least, not until I die.

And if there is no afterlife, I say, "Carpe Diem, damn it!"

-Joia

P.S. I suppose it IS possible to be over-inquisitive and still not want to know.

My good buddie Ikaika just told me the meaning of life...

The purpose of your life is simply the quest to find the meaning! We search for answers! That's what we're here for.

At least, that's what he said. I think it has some truth.

So, in other words, life is a test. And the afterlife? Well, personally, I think humans have neither the capacity nor the authority to define it.

Just my humble and somewhat screwed up opinion.

-Joia

Ho hum, just thinking bout the meaning of life. Or rather, debating with myself as to whether or not there IS a meaning of life at all. As someone (I can't remember who) once said, "Life may have no meaning. Or worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove." Even if life has a MEANING, that doesn't necessarily mean that it's not a waste of time. Think about it: You spend the vast majority of your entire childhood in school, and for what? To prepare yourself for college. And college is for what? To prepare yourself for the "real world", which really isn't real at all, it's completely centered around materialistic and shallow ideals. Anyway, after college, you're in debt. Money-wise, that is. And you went to college to earn money in the first place. And you earn money so that you can buy the nice 5-bedroom house you always wanted, while driving around in your gas-guzzling SUV. But buying those things puts you in debt anyway. And once you're old and decrepit, and you can't even crap without assistance, you're retired and  you finally get to enjoy the money that you busted your ass for. And the sad thing is, to enjoy life, even if you YOURSELF are not shallow and materialistic, you have to earn money. There's no escaping it.

Doesn't that just depress the shit outta you?

Oh well, I suppose the best thing to do is not dwell on it, as cynical as you are, and just enjoy the experience to the best of your ability, hmm?

-Joia

You ever wonder why we always avoid eye-contact with strangers? What are we afraid of?

I suppose with the opposite sex you're worried that they'll think you're checking them out. Well, for some at least. And a select few morons who think that everyone that's looking at them is "eyeing them out". And then there's those that are just shy. As for me, I like to watch people. I like to know who I'm around. I'm a curious bugger, I am, and I don't mind if someone catches me looking at them. Just smile. Hell, I'll even go so far as to bid them good day. Perhaps though, it might be good to look away if they seem to be getting weird vibes from you or you from them.... Enough psycho-babble for today...

-Joia