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Greetings-
If there is no universal path through the primroses of existence, if each must find their own way, what is the purpose of my (our) experiences?
Some of the things that I have learned along the way have been far too painful to ever consider having to learn twice. I'd like to think that those things could somehow be packaged and presented to someone else to ease their way, and yet I recall from my youth that any conversation that included the phrase: "When I was your age..." was sufficient cause total tune out. And yet the desire to start every sentence with those exact words is almost overwhelming!
If there are no gurus on the road to provide instruction and tips, what is the purpose of all of our experiences?.
Joy Peace and Tranquility
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Simon Rutlust wrote:
> Greetings-
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> If there is no universal path through the primroses of existence, if each must find their own way, what is the purpose of my (our) experiences?
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First, I don't think of our experiences as traveling a path..... I think each persons experiences are more like a thread woven into a tapestry. As our thread passes by another persons we meet and interact. As this interaction takes place our emotions introduce color into the mix. Some threads touch and then move on while some travel through the panorama parallel to each other for a distance.
Looking at each individual thread up close and personal we don't realy get the impact that is possible as when we stand back and view the grand picture we all piant in this tapestry of what we call our lives.
> Some of the things that I have learned along the way have been far too painful to ever consider having to learn twice. I'd like to think that those things could somehow be packaged and presented to someone else to ease their way, and yet I recall from my youth that any conversation that included the phrase: "When I was your age..." was sufficient cause total tune out. And yet the desire to start every sentence with those exact words is almost overwhelming!
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We do as you say, "package and present" our experiences as we pass through life. Some pach tight little bundles and some tend to broadcast tiny treasures into the throng. It all comes down to the fact that each one of us do what we can and strive to squeeze out a little bit more.
This kind of brings to mind a little quote from a movie.... life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get....
> If there are no gurus on the road to provide instruction and tips, what is the purpose of all of our experiences?.
If there is a grand design for our existance then the purpose is, as far as I know, not revealed as of yet. All we can do is our best at doing our best.
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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Flippantly I have to say "Who do you suppose put those chocolates in that box, if not you and me?"
I have to think about my response, it isn't my view of existence at all. My perception is much more solo, linear, and one to one responsive.
By the way, thanks for the re-inventing post. I hope I didn't push you to hard. It really made me feel good that you had a success to talk about.
Regards
Simon
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Why would there be a purpose?
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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marc
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Well, someone has to feed the cat......
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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Hey Boss-
Because it would make me feel sooo much better. The thought that there might not be; is almost sufficient cause to answer my daily question with a different answer.
Simon
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Regardless of our feelings on any subject that relates to the purpose of existence, experiences shape our life. We learn and develop according to the experiences we have encountered. Not only behaviorally and cognitively, but physiologically as well.
I do not see how it could be said that experience has no purpose in that we are merely products of our experiences and our subsequent reactions to those experiences.
I like Marc's post on how experiences are a sort of dynamic system where our experiences shape our own life's and also shape other people's life's through our choices, actions, encounters, etc. which then in turn effect other people's life's...
David
*disclaimer* I haven't slept in nearly 24 hours, my thought processors are about all used up.
It's always the old to lead us to the war
It's always the young to fall
Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun
Tell me is it worth it all
~Phil Ochs "I Aint Marching Anymore"
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But why does there need to be a reason? Life is for us, not a dress rehearsal for something else
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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Hey Boss
It wasn't me benefiting from MY experience that I was thinking of when I initially asked the question. I figured that one out the first time I didn't make the same mistake the third time I tried to crawl out of my crib, head first didn't work!
I (at some level) regret that I can't shake it out of my head and pour it into yours - or someones. At another level I'm thankful that I (you) can't.
If my experiences could save someone else the pain, what would be the harm in that?
Simon
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