Pretending that working my ass off to make a ton of money (not for the sake of it, but because I don’t want to work my entire life) will eventually pay off.
To enjoy myself. What exactly that means, changes over time.
To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their women.
I don’t know.
To enjoy the world and minimize how much I prevent others from enjoying it as well.
How do you do the first?
Personally, I indulge my wanderlust and love of good food.
It doesn’t feel like you’re living a cliché? “Food and travel”?
Nothing wrong with living a cliché
Correct the mistakes of my ancestors.
Remarkable. Why do you think it’s you that should do that?
My purpose in life is to produce poop and pee. I work hard so that I can afford food and water so that I can eventually poo and pee. I have an urge to reproduce so that my children can also poop and pee.
Why would you wish that upon them?
There’s nothing better then a good poop.
It’s a solved problem: metamucil.
Every poop good, good poop is no longer special.
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To reduce human suffering by some degree, even if it’s insignificant in the big picture.
To work for some asshole and make just enough money to get by.
Currently just trying to be a girl, be kind, and trying to help the people around me.
I’ve sadly always experienced that answer as recursion without an end. “Turtles all the way down” malarkey.
To end it peacefully
I’m just here to raise entropy.
Nothing!
To “live”, and by “live” I mean experience and creat Art. I don’t need more nor less.
If I made it with honesty and care, it may not change the world, but it surely changes the people who will do it.
Any hope that your art will change the world?
If it has been created, it has already changed the world. Not everything has to be on a grand scale.
If a tree falls in a forest
