IDK, I pissed off the hivemind on another post and all my comments have been downvoted. Which is kind of fun, actually. Feels like Lemmy is becoming a real internet community.

Anyhow, yeah. We’re capable of living without purpose but I do think most of us need that purpose to feel content. It’s a trope, Man’s Search for Meaning and Purpose. This is just my answer to it. My answer is a lazy shortcut, I’m kind of over spirituality and most philosophy. If none of it matters, then I pick what matters to me and makes me happy.

I like some people and the natural world the best, I define my purpose as taking care of them. It’s a conscious decision but it does actually bring me existential peace.