Slick’s room, Friday the 26th June, 16:10
Current Mood: Enthused
Morning all. Today I have a little extra bounce in my step- I don’t know if it’s the string of awesome times which have ensued since the end of exams, or the fact that I was able to satisfy my craving for orange cola (it’s a long and uninteresting story), but I am feeling especially ballsy today, and so I am going to tackle the mother of all questions: the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything. Today I ask you: what is the meaning of life? Or, perhaps more modestly, what is it that personally motivates you in your life?
As a rather simple sort of atheistic hedonist, my background assumption has always been that the purpose of life is pleasure- or perhaps more accurately in my case, “fun”. I tend to lead my life in a manner which will lead, one day (I hope) to my last thoughts before I die being “Woooo! Let’s do that again!” Life, in short, is an attempt to achieve happiness. Recently however, I’ve noticed some things, had some thoughts and done some things which run contrary to my natural hedonistic grain. In other words, I sometimes find myself acting in ways which are not conducive to my having the most fun, which implies there are other considerations at work.
Now, a lot of it, I hope, is to do with my possessing an (admittedly rather liberal) form of morality which prohibits me from doing precisely what I want all the time. I couldn’t for example, go on a kill-crazy rampage, despite how fun it might be. Or, more realistically, I couldn’t spread malicious yet hilarious gossip about my friends. This being the case, it would seem that the meaning of my life is “have as much fun as you can, without violating certain vague and difficult to define moral principles”- there are rules, in other words, which govern the attempt to achieve happiness.
Additionally, there are more obvious practical considerations. I would like to be a millionaire playboy astronaut, for example, but it is simply not going to happen. We all have a defined skill set, strengths and limitations, which we use in our attempt to find happiness, and so there are things we can and cannot do in pursuit of that goal. Personally, for example, I cannot become America’s first female president, if for some convoluted reason I suspected that that would make me happy. Or, again more realistically, it would be extremely difficult for me to become a maths professor. Equally, sometimes circumstances beyond our control impinge on our happiness; I couldn’t for example, go and live on the moon, because the terraforming technology does not exist…. yet. So, to sum up my investigations so far, it seems that the purpose of life is to seek happiness, while operating within a realistic conception of the world as it is and abiding by certain moral requirements.
Perhaps, however, I am looking at things the wrong way. The philosopher J.S Mill, father of utilitarianism, insisted on a distinction between “higher pleasures” such as philosophy, painting, classical music and “lower pleasures”- sex and drugs and rock and roll. I’d like to propose a similar, but fundamentally different distinction. I was having a conversation with my friend Rebel once, and between us we constructed a list of what I’ll now call “sublime pleasures”- those moments, rare enough to be special but frequent enough not to be miracles, which really show us how good it feels to be alive. The list is dynamic, but it includes moments as diverse as: really good sex, playing an awesome guitar riff perfectly, eating extremely tasty food, watching a stirring sunrise, hearing an excellent and uplifting piece of music, relieving oneself after a long time holding it in, telling a hilarious, off the cuff joke which has everyone in stitches, including yourself, falling in love, and that pristine moment when you realise life is so good that you just have to laugh out loud. Now, obviously these things I’ve mentioned fall into both the “higher” and “lower” categories, but for me their special significance is in their distinct and life affirming character; it’s very difficult to describe. Also, it should be noted that the list is, to some extent, personal- I can’t play guitar, so the riff thing is really just for Rebel (and no doubt other guitarists). And I’m sure for the more religious among you could include something like “the knowledge that you are at one with God”. For me, these sublime pleasures are so far above regular “pleasures” that I actually think they deserve more place in my life philosophy. So, I would now say that the purpose of life is to maximise our acquisition of sublime pleasure, while operating within the aforementioned boundaries of practicality and morality.
Obviously, no one is obliged to buy into my concept of the meaning of life. Perhaps, for you, the meaning of life is to “be good enough to achieve salvation” or “to be the best surgeon in the world”. Well, these are all noble goals and purposes, but I think if you look at things the right way, they are really extensions of the same principles. Typically, one whose purpose in life is religious tends to expect the afterlife to be perfect- maximally pleasurable, and conversely fear that failure to abide by their religion leads to hell, punishment, exile etc- maximum negative pleasure. Therefore, the religious life- at least in the traditional, Judeo-Christian heaven vs hell sense, is really an attempt to maximise pleasure. Clearly, this doesn’t apply to all religious people- no doubt some of them genuinely want to help save others people- but why do they want this, if not to make them happy? And the same can be said of those whose lives are aimed at a career, or a family- we make these things the purpose of our lives because they make us happy. My thinking is, why not cut out the middle man, and make being happy the purpose of your life? Perhaps I am generalising too much, but it seems to me that pleasure and pain really are the fundamental- if not the only true human motivations.
Recently, when I was feeling sunstroked and a little melancholy, I had somewhat of an epiphany on the subject of the meaning of life. It occurs to me that, in fact, happiness per se is an unachievable goal- we are only every relatively happy. Unfortunately, all humans have unlimited desires and only limited resources, so we are always frustrated. Just look at all the people who should be perfectly satisfied: popstars and footballers, who have more money than an average person would know what to with, and can, theoretically have whatever they want- and yet many of them are anxious, conceited, unhappy drug addicts. We all know that money can’t buy happiness, but nowadays I question whether happiness- complete contentment and lack of desire for anything more- is impossible. I don’t think that happiness is the purpose of life- I think that the purpose of life is the pursuit of happiness. The thrill, as they say, is in the hunt.
Happy hunting,
Slick