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?
Purpose is merely a human construct. Please don’t take this post too seriously. 🫠
Human constructs are of monumental importance in many cases. Some of us are dedicated to fighting the construct of authoritarianism, for example, while others are dedicated to being authoritarian. Both provide meaning and purpose and can drive and direct the lives of whole nations to some extent.
Don’t underestimate the power of human constructs. They’re incredibly important to us.
Well obviously. We are humans afterall. 😅