Ok brainlads, if books make you so smart, answer me this:

>starbucks

Books don't make you smart.

I'm too lazy to write a full reply so i'm just writing this instead.

>One...
>must...
>imagine...
>Sisyphus...
>happy...

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Inertia

elaborate on this please

This post instantly increased my happiness.

Is the aesthetic also ascetic? It most certainly is. Consider the not-so-erotic irony of how conscious reflection on beauty postpones & diffuses otherwise more direct & immediate responses to it. Happiness is mostly a matter of setting an optimum balance between cultivating and spending potential ecstasy--a state you can't live in, or without. Literature always pertains to this one thing, usually by seeming to be about something else. It is the most elaborate possible form of misdirection.

Life is a gift. Every moment can be an age of happiness.

Op is a faggot
There were sufficient answers given, your just a big dumb dumb

Because life has meaning. The moments you refuse or disagree to believe this, you lose everything

You cannot answer this question without exploring the question of "what is good?" more generally.

You may ask "why live?" But you should do so while stating broader presumptions about what life is, what good is etc.

Then we can argue about whether the principles lead to the conclusion or not.

But you cannot pose this question in a vacuum and expect it to go anywhere.

So, (spoiler alert) the sun is going out and the people on the spaceship are going to restart it and save the earth. They have a lot of challenges to overcome like in any movie, and then they overcome them. But here's the thing about the movie that you won't believe: no one ever looks really serious and says "It's daylight saving time."
Not one character. No one says "It's daylight saving time." In the entire movie. I know you don't think it's possible, but if you watch it you'll feel like you wasted 4 hours of your life (time moves slower when you're waiting for someone to deliver an amazing line). What were the writers thinking!?

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Fair enough.
Life is what you are experiencing. Good is only relevant if it has something to do with your reason to live, in which case it is up to you to define.

>Good is only relevant if it has something to do with your reason to live, in which case it is up to you to define.

Oh really now? Because I thought good necessarily existed as a result of human will which is itself constrained by the human condition, which is not up to humans.

I wager that whoever is watching or controlling my life right now is probably hoping i get some sort of high score. Therefore, its best i jack off less often anx make my brain bigger by visiting lit.

It depends what's the purpose of the question. Why live as me? Because I was born as a species. Why species? Because all species exist because as they have the implicit desire to live in the universe. Why the universe? Because if it were nothing there'd be nothing to question, so the why answers itself the first part as what is the cause. As to the purpose, that's subjective, and as a subject you are given the answer in why, which is in the purpose of a question, which is possibility.

In the sleep of death what dreams may come? When we have shuffled off our mortal coils, must give us pause. There’s the respect that makes calamity of so long life.

Yikes

We were all born to die, sir. Living is just an intermission between those two states.

moral obligation -- to be man in a manless age, to progress towards the future of life in a vast unknown, and to pursue the answers to questions such as yours -- this is life.

>happiness as purpose
ok pederast

>the human condition is not up to human will
imagine being this hopeless; when man controls biology, biology can no longer control man

>I hate my life and hope others hate theirs too
Maybe stand in line in Starbucks some more if it's your way to happiness

This give me pause, wondering where Hamlet, in the moment, sets the chance that sleep is dreamless. At least he leaves the matter ambiguous. By the time he has a look at Yorick's skull, he's convinced, and states the matter plainly--the dust of Caesar mingled in mud that stops a draft. We can imagine Caesar, but there's no him to imagine us. Yet we persist in imagining that being remembered will make a difference in the matter.

gotta snugg my honey

>purpose as sacrifice

To signal virtue that hard... Must be like straining to lay creation's egg, but nothing comes but confession of impotence in all things, including pleasant conversation.

The trouble with OP's post is all philosophical positions can be boiled down to one sentence, but it takes a whole treatise to justify that position.

A loweffort OP indicates idle enquiry and should not be expecting treatises.

Low effort posts invite equally low effort answers, which are easy to jeer at.

>ans religion
Fuck you christfag

>ans hope
Fuck you copefag

>ans funstuff
Fuck you sybarite

>responsibility to ecceity / conscious life
Gaaaaay

>Agree with OP
Bro do you even Yea Forums

How about OP spell out what he finds about reality so objectionable?

Another user.

>Reason to live defines what is good.

Actually i think its the other way around. You decide what isgood, then orientate your life towards it.

As such, good being defined as personal and arbitrary, any serious answer given in this thread cannot be shat on, even if it appears retarded.

Because the world and everything is beautiful.

die: no future pain
live: maybe future pain

>How about OP spell out what he finds about reality so objectionable?
That can be answered in one word too though: Himself.

You are a creature and you are going to die.

The good is also what we discover to be good, such as vitality. Even the weirdly exhilarated apprehension we feel in face of desolate spectacle, affirms vitality's universal value. As for whim, only tyrants knock the aperture for decision it brings, a matter which some retarded children are wiser about than every paranoid despot who ever lived, since at least they're sane on where to draw boundaries for the arbitrary. For instance, I live next door to a chick who's too feeble minded to make a living, but who also has a swift sure sense of the difference between sinister and benign. It's the base of wit. And where it's absent, the effect is palpably appalling, except to the witless. That's the primary advantage poets have over philosophers.

If this is indeed the case, "why live" may be answered "spite"

Neither of you fucks work for a living

>identifying benign and malevolent
>the base of wit
I think you mean wisdom, but you're not so ready to use such a cringey word.

It probably is, whence the thread.

>assumption x projection
Tut, sir.

Wisdom is richer and deeper than wit, develops more from experience than instinct or aptitude does. Wit is the necessary precondition.

You useless whores, why do I even listen to you?

I'd marry you for aesthetics, nothing more. Because there is nothing else you offer. God, perhaps, on some plane,you are finally useful. Otherwise you are an exercise in entitled classism. And I say this as a socdem who fights socialists in a regular, predictable manner. But you don't even care about politics, do you? It has no relevance in your lives until the mob is beating down your door.

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You don't get to ask that question.

You have a good purpose, OP. Find that and fulfill it.

In what sense is classicism entitled, other than as the intellectual foundation of democratic institutions? How can one defend the latter without the equipment of the former?

Something retarded might happen

You ask a simple question user, you're going to get a simple answer.

>if books make you smart
Books dont make you smart; smart people are capable of understanding / enjoying hard books.

FYI, señor, you are abusing at least two anons here. And i am a burrito, no taco.

I dont agree now, but i'll think about that.

I am a bluecollar. Not proud of it, just am.

Bookkeeping, warehousing, then security. You are right i am apolitical; i am also not american. Now calm your tits. Just because i dont take part in your battles doesnt make me an asshole.

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