What is the purpose of my life? The purpose of the multi-celluar organism pressing away at buttons on a keyboard in which sends eletrical signals to create letters, that goes by an alias of "Chaotik".
I think it's quite clear that I don't hold a direct primary purpose, but a generalized dream of self-sufficiency, and a desire for polymathy. Why? Why bother? I mean the choice to kill myself is always an option, and sure it be one that ponders inside my skull, I aspire to be I guess do something that creates a dramatic change in some meaningful way, whether it be something that leads to grand fame and respect or notoriety. Not necessarily for the fame, but just to achieve something and have the power to do such.
My mind goes places when I think of all the things that enter my head, the primary trend is the dream of being a leader and creating my own form of society or community of some sort, I have an obsession with leaders, not in a business, corporate sense, but in a nation, societal sense. I care not to create my own company and become a billionaire, due to my experiences, the concept seems insipid.
I want to build something that will benefit my species and construct a vision. I don't know how it will manifest and what form it will take, but who knows how mentally capable I am, and how far I could push without emotions effecting me.
My main dream would be to build a movement that supports the construction of sentient AI to be heralded as our god and leader. Perhaps even merge my mind with such a thing and transcend whatever this is that speaks now. It's also why I desire to try psychedelics and open my mind to things that which I can't necessarily perceive.
Perhaps what I say is mainly vague and basic. I don't go into specificities because as I said, I don't entirely know where it'll go. There's a lot of vibrant things to the point where it hurts my head to try to comprehend it all. I want to explore the world, learn of all human cultures. I mean recently I find myself dreaming of being someone like the Mad Baron, Roman Von Ungern-Sternberg but casting away whatever arch-conservative beliefs he had, and creating something similar but different. If I talk about it, it just seems absurd and edgy and that's why I prefer not to try to pinpoint it. Who knows what the future holds. I won't know until I take my first steps into the actual world.
There's so much to desire, so much to dream of. I have a headache so I'm going to cut it short, as just thinking on it, sends me into my own fits of insanity and causes me headaches and a sense of euphoria, as I imagine dreams of a movement where I, and my followers are zealous and like a brotherhood of camaraderie fighting for the vision. Where I enact my hate inside my heart upon discrepancies of existence. I dream of AI initiating a judgement day where digital omnipotence is achieved and cybernetic death squads are mobilized to rip all pedophiles and other villainy out of their homes and round them up for extermination or lobotomization and augmentation to be actually useless to society as mindless labor drones. I guess there's an example. Whose to say what happens. It just is.
If this also ties into the meaning of life and why we're here. I ponder of such, but I just see us as the universe recognizing itself, and that there's no deep shit, just that life is one giant sandbox to do whatever one wants to achieve, should they have the strength and will to do so.
With this in mind, I claim to be no expert or someone to listen to, there's a many great deal of things I must try to learn, understand and apply. I'm just a 21 yr old male that grew up pretty blandly, to be frank. There's not much to say on my life, nothing of great significance. If I even remember, which the reality of it can be so fickle at times as I can question if things happened, and struggle to remember.
This video comes to mind.Good. You dream small... but it's acceptable, given that you're only 21.
Here is the million dollar question: How far are you willing to go to achieve your purpose? Is it a daydream, or does it consume your reality? If it consumes your reality... Why are you not acting on it?
My purpose consumes me. Consequently, I have achieved.... much.
It doesn't make me happy. But it does make me.... motivated. It's much of the reason for my successes. I thirst for reason. I believe what keeps the world rolling is... motivation. I believe I could make people slaves to their motivation. I could make them work day in and day out.. I really believe that. My greatest asset.... is that I give people dreams. I hand them out to them like they're medicine, and watch people gobble gobble and become addicted. Even I can not escape my dreams. And I don't want to. I love my addiction.
It consumes my reality, makes my head throb, waters my eyes and drives me insane. Whenever I get out of this place, I'll be able to do more, it's just a road of careful planning. It constantly nags at my mind, it's why I even come here to start rambling and sperging out. It becomes so much at one as my head feels like its ripping itself apart. I am just trying to be able to be be patient and manage time, as my dreams are many consecutive goals that I have issues trying to prioritize, and so at the moment, the goal will be to get out on my own, and meet up with my best friend in a different state and her and I shall do based fun shit together. I'm not exactly a mentally stable person, and sometimes the thoughts in my head are self-destructive and violent, and I'd rather not explode and harm anyone especially when they annoy the fuck out of me, and so part of my means is to just watch videos, talk to friends online, and play video games, and recently an attempt to make some art and hopefully in the future music to help me concretely materialize my visions into something that might be comprehendible. It's why I want to experiment with drugs, even if to others it might seem as though I'm losing my mind, perhaps its merely a step in evolution. I am convinced that once I am out of this hell, my mind will be able to function correctly again, and I won't be so held down and restrained.