Or, what is your reason for living?
My daughters. Maybe a certain special someone that might come along.
To pay taxes and die. Honestly, no damn clue.
While I understand the evolutionary reasons for that maternal instinct, I'm damn glad that something I could easily lose is not my reason for living. The simple joy of existence does it for me. Whatever else comes constitutes my reasons for doing things above and beyond simply living.
To find and kill the great white whale that bit my leg off.
To make myself happy; secondarily, to make others around me happy.
To make the most of the time and opportunity I have.
Just live I guess. I'd like to think that I have helped others and made them happy along the way too.
I don't really have a reason for living, it's just the one thing I know how to do really well, and the alternative doesn't sound nearly as fun.
To actualize my potential to do the following:
Define, justify and realize my own happiness.
Make the world a better place than the one I was born into and raised to despise by demonstrating the errors in thinking which lead people to despise themselves and the world they live in.
Teach myself and others how to earn self-respect and obtain the respect they deserve from others.
Determine and expose the roots of war and injustice.
Die knowing that I have lived and that it was a meaningful, worthwhile and well-deserved experience.
Everything you all are saying sounds nice, but it's all like something out of an Oprah book of the week.
Let's be real here: The reason we all get out of bed in the morning is so we can be around to see the day when sharks have lasers, and robots do all the housework.
Oh yea, and I'm still waiting for the flying car.
Well, there's this girl...
Alternately, to test the limits of human endurance by drinking cranberry juice until I pass out.
But honestly...there really is a girl, and she's the closest thing I have to a purpose in life. Indeed.
I have an animal who depends on me. I have to feed her every morning. It's my responsibility. Other than that, my death would probably bring great sadness to my family. So I go on.
Continue nihilistic ways.
Well, according to my cats, I pretty much exist just to kiss their little butts. According to Tsu, I exist to kiss her little butt. According the the government, I exist to pay taxes.
I think that about covers it.
Oh yes, to solve problems.
To work. I like working. If I didn't have work, I'd substitute drinking. If I didn't have vodka either, I'm sure i'd find some excuse.
we live to reproduce
our offspring can then figure out whats the real reason...
Getting tired and sick of everything and everyone in the world!
To paraphrase Arthur C. Clarke, The only important things are to learn and to love.
My sole purpose in life is to get rich or die trying.
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