So for my English 4 class we had to write about what was the Meaning of Life. What is the meaning of life to you. Another question is what is the purpose of life and why do we live.

There is no meaning. Life is death. Death is the only meaning and purpose.

So do whatever you want, because it won't matter. Free yourself from the shackles of oppression! Be who you want to be! Go where you want to go!

The meaning of life is for us not to do your homework for you.

Anyone who says 42 can get out.

Wrong. Life is not death, and death has no meaning because nothingness is meaningless. The meaning of life is something you have to come up with yourself, like some [censored] sandbox RPG. For me it's to enjoy it while striving to accomplish my goals and ambitions, which mostly boils down to writing and music. Those are my passions where my biggest ambitions lie, besides all that generic [censored] like having economic security and a family. That's what keeps me going.

We live to spread our genes in the most..interesting way~

Everyone else has their own reason for living.

Life is surviving and procreating and partying surviving more until there is no more life.

Looking at it from a simple point of view that all living organisms probably go by: to live and not get eaten.

And if you dont know, I already turned in my hwk 2 days ago. Just curious of people other opinions on it.

life has no meaning with out death. If there is no death then life becomes a cancer or a plague that feeds off of other life in order to prolong its existence.

Agent Smith got it right. Human beings are basically nothing more than a virus.

That's where I'll have to disagree. Right now, the meaning of your life and your meaning of life are ________. And that is fine and dandy, but there will come a day when Moog will die, and everyone and everything will move on without you and you'll be forgotten about entirely. Billions of years will pass, you will be nothing more than...pure nothing. There can't be any meaning for you as the concept of Moog is long gone. Any trace of what that life had meant has long been eradicated. All life forms must endure this, for death is a stage of life, much like being born is the first stage. Yet they are all a part of life. Being born has its meaning-the ability to create life and gives infinite possibility. But death absorbs it all and renders it useless and obsolete. Nothing can persist. No monument can withstand the erosion of time, nor can any person. Even the sun is subject to death. So what meaning could there possibly be, when it will be cast into the void, and all its hopes, meaning and purpose are dragged down with it? We view life as a progression: that as we get older, we get wiser. We learn more and we acquire experiences that make us a better person as we go through life. But dying is like never being born. Anything you experienced, everything you learned, everything you wanted of life, it's like you never had in the first place. All that's left is a hollow husk that trails in the wake of the people you once knew. Your consciousness has been obliterated, and will only live on through the consciousness of others. Others who will soon be taken by death itself. So technically, Moog never existed to begin with, as Moog is back where Moog was once created:Non existence.

But life by default hasn't got much meaning to begin with, except for procreating, and yeah I sure as hell wouldn't want to live forever, but if you choose to throw away your life, be depressed, and wait for death because everything is meaningless then you're being an idiot. It's as I said - find purpose in it yourself and be glad that you actually got the opportunity to exist.

You're worrying about stuff that's irrelevant. Irrelevant to you, and everyone else around you. Why would I care about whether or not I'll be remembered for eternity after when I'm gone, or what happens? I'm not Ramesses II. I only want to affect what I can, and that's more than enough for me. Stop treating stuff like it doesn't matter because you're having an existential crisis after realising the insignificance of humans on the grand scale. You're deluding yourself.

But for all intents and purposes none of that matters as only what I can affect or be affected by matters to me.

Be glad? But I never asked to exist. I was sent here against my will. I was fine not existing, as I was for all time before that. But I can't possibly go back, but I have to. It's like shoving me back inside my mother-it's completely illogical and unfathomable. It's like baking bread- once it was dough, but once you bake it, it's a loaf of bread. So how could it ever become raw dough again? But somehow, that must happen again, and since that is the case, why bother being baked at all? Now I must suffer through life with all that's wrong with me, and suffer through death, too, just so I can go back to how I used to be. But I don't want to go back like how I used to be. I'm not that anymore. I'm me now. What right does reality have to take that from me? They're MY perceptions, [censored] it, but life says it must seep onto a [censored] coffin and be free game for worms? [censored] that.

Not sure but I'm pretty confident it has something to do with ducks

So you should only be appreciative of what you've been given by request? You weren't fine not existing because you weren't anything to begin with, and you sure as [censored] didn't come here against your will, because the only thing you could possibly have conceived is what you've experienced in this "terrible existence" of yours. You sound like a very depressed individual who fails or even refuses to see thing from a point of view that actually makes any sense. You know nothing, Lady Snow.

Why would we know when you didn't tell us in the OP.

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you clearly know nothing of the terror of life.

Yeah, I know nothing about the terrors, because in my entire life I've lived inside my sugar-coated bubble of happiness and joy, sheltered from anything threatening or scary.

The meaning of life is purely subjective. For me, it's just to be happy. And I would be at my happiest if I ended up studying music and languages in the future.

I thought Buckbeak would be your happiness.

If I posted it I'd get another slap across the back of the head for posting something religious (oh the horror). Instead I will earn the ire of Jagar and say 42.

To maximise Entropy. In other words to waste energy.