When I’m unhappy, I feel like I’m doing life wrong. I’d rather be happy. But is happiness the point of life, or is there more to it? If I pursue happiness, mine first then for those around me, is that selfish? But if there’s a bigger purpose, then what about people with Alzheimer’s or dementia who can’t recall recent experiences or make plans?

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    1 year ago

    If only life were that interesting. Sadly, we’re just insignificant specs of stardust living meaningless, pointless lives for a finite amount of years and then disappear from existence.