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12.01.2011

because my daughter asked me, "What is the purpose of our lives?" and i didn't know how to answer ...




“And then sometimes a day would come, a gray one (or a sunny one) when she missed him so fiercely she felt empty, not a woman at all anymore but just a dead tree filled with cold November blow. She felt like that now, felt like hollering his name and hollering him home, and her heart turned sick with the thought of the years ahead and she wondered what good love was if it came to this, to even ten seconds of feeling like this.” ~ Stephen King

via Assorted

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23 comments:

gz said...

my grandmother always said that it is to find out why we are here.

Adullamite said...

Women and their emotions eh....? 'He loves me he loves me not,' yeah yeah.

(Jesus is the reason we are here if you must know)

red dirt girl said...

Hi gz ~ that is very zen of your grandmother!

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red dirt girl said...

Adullamite ~ The passage was written by a man, and I do not see that the 'she' is questioning whether he loves her or not. Instead she is describing the hollowed out feeling of being lonely in his absence.

Jesus - would you care to elaborate?

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Bullets said...

I love Stephen King.
This is from "Liseys Story". King is so known for his weird bloody horror stories turned into generally terrible movies, that folks don't relize what a great romantic writer he is, and how he will just flat tear your heart out.

Jesus said...

Not really. Last time around was confusing enough, I got labelled as a terrorist for starting a peace movement. Then things got worse, with the press making up all sorts of crazy stories about me. Followed by an arrest, and an execution. Well, since then, I've just been pretty much sticking to carpentry, raising kids, having a normal sort of life. I do a pretty neat dovetail joint, you know, and if you want any shelves putting up, give me a call. As for the meaning of life?
Beats me.

goatman said...

Thrown into life unwillingly, or at least unknowingly, we later wonder why, unlike the lesser forms who just accept their presence and continue on.
I suppose our "purpose" is to procreate and continue the species but this is a hollow answer. Must be more to it.
I can only go by what I think my purpose is, and that is to befriend as many as possible and help where I can to add to the happiness and welfare of others.
We are all in this together, and may be after.

Pauline said...

You mean we all don't get to decide why we're here? Well shoot, I'm going, then.

Adullamite said...

RDG, Jesus death and resurrection is the centre of the world. All things centre on that moment.

soubriquet said...

I'm sure there's no more directed reason to our lives than there is to any other creature. We're here, we live for a while, then we're gone.
I don't buy the Jesus or God explanation.

I imagine staphylococci, if they could think or speak, might invent such a myth to explain their universe.
And penicillin would be the devil.

We seek patterns and explanations, we look at things and imagine them to be portents, and we often discount evidence if it clashes with our expectations.

So I say 'the purpose of our lives is what we choose it to be'.

red dirt girl said...

Hi cowboy ~

Thanks for the book reference. I love that line: he will just flat tear your heart out. Amen!

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red dirt girl said...

Adullamite ~ I stole this quote from cowboy's blog:

""Talk to me about the truth of religion and I'll listen gladly. Talk to me about the duty of religion and I'll listen submissively. But don't come talking to me about the consolations of religion or I shall suspect that you don't understand."
C.S. Lewis


When advising a 16 yr old, you've got to come up with something better than just the same old spiel. She's heard the Jesus talk. She still wants to know why.

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red dirt girl said...

Oh wow ! Just when we are about to tangle it up with Jesus talk, there he is! In the ... ummm...errr ....corporeal? or is this another spirit visit. I get so confused, Jesus, trying to figure out if you're flesh or deity when you appear on my blog. So ... you're raising kids. Would this be a race of super-human demigods you're producing?? Or are they full fledged godlings themselves? We humans want to know! I'll give you a call next week about those shelves I'm needing.

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red dirt girl said...

Goatman,

I like that you've defined your purpose. I'm curious to know when in your life did this definition gel for you? I mean, when you were 16, were you clear about your life's purpose? Or is it the sum total of a lifetime of experiences ie hard earned wisdom that comes with age ...?

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red dirt girl said...

Hi Pauline ~ I love how succinct you are - in a nutshell you just described 'free will'.

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red dirt girl said...

Soubry ~

So I say 'the purpose of our lives is what we choose it to be'.

So do these choices change or evolve as we go through life?? Was the purpose of your life at 16 the same as it is now ?? I don't think you view life as randomly as you would have us believe ...

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Jesus said...

Well, read the book, girl. I'm deity and flesh and none of the above at the same time, I'm corporeal and spatially located enough to touch, and at the same time omnipresent. It's a big deal.
Hard to work with, but after a couple of thousand years you kinda get the hang of it.

I wish people wouldn't yell "JESUS!" when they drop something heavy, and breakable, though, because it's taken me centuries to learn not to jump and let the chisel slip. Lost a few contracts, back there, due to that sort of stuff.
The meds help to muffle the voices.

As for kids. "super human demigods"? Oh no. As you'll know as a parent, all kids seem to have one foot in the other camp.
Think about those shelves, would you? Work's kinda thin right now and if it goes on like this I'll be back to driving a fork-truck in back of Wal-Mart over my birthday.

Purpose? Reason? I talk to dad about it, but like dads everywhere, he's usually thinking of something else, tinkering with a fjord,putting crevasses into a glacier, or adjusting an asteroid's trajectory. So he mutter's "What's that, son?" "Oh yeah. good question... I'm a bit busy right now, got this spiral nebula to do... sentient rocks, I'm thinking -come back in a century or two, when I'm not so busy, eh?"
Then off he goes, nebulous, muttering, "Pink dolphins?".
So no. I can't help much with the purpose. I think we're just his ant-farm, and I'm stuck in here as some sort of agent provocateur.

soubriquet said...

The purpose of my life at sixteen?
I don't think I ever thought about it. Maybe purpose is the wrong word. I believe there is no higher purpose, just the same mandate every living thing has, from blue whales to slime-moulds.
Live, die. Try to make the interval between the two as big as possible.

goatman said...

Good question. I donot remember thinking about such things when I was younger. I guess it was just a lifetime of seeing people hurt each other that caused me to do my little part in lessening the pain. Purposes may change too.

red dirt girl said...

Hi goatman ~

Good answer. I remember thinking about such things as a teenager, but I don't remember ever talking about them to someone else, much less an adult/parent. I'm happy she's questioning. I'm hoping it will help her choose her path (realizing of course that we always can choose to re-invent ourselves or change purposes.)

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gz said...

Hi RDG, grandmother lent "Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance " to a social worker, sent to give her someone to talk to...didn't see either again!

red dirt girl said...

gz ~ LOL! I like your grandmother's answer the best because of its inherent truth: we each have our own individual journeys. What we make of this life is up to us. No one else can (or should) define it for us. Free will.

xxx

gz said...

She was about 90 at the time...