A friend posted a topic on FB recently about what gets you up, and why keep fighting. I have been pondering my answer all day. Here is what I answered:
So I can't speak for anybody else, but I get up and keep fighting because of hope. Yes survival is a huge part, but I do have hope that I can not only be happy, but that I can reduce the suffering of others. Yes that may be artificial as the matrix, but even if the suffering reduced is just an illusion, as long as those I touch occasionally perceive that they feel better, then it is all worth it.
I was talking to a friend last night about a similar topic. I used to have a motto, or credo, "I want all who come through my life to be better off for having known me." I know this ideal is impossible to actually reach, but it the direction I strove. I hope that this case holds true as I grow as a man.
This spins into a side topic that I will look more into later: people pleasing. This term is one of my least favorite ever. It is a good thing, in my mind and heart, to look for opportunities to make others happy. The idea that this is a bad thing or a weakness sickens me.
So I can't speak for anybody else, but I get up and keep fighting because of hope. Yes survival is a huge part, but I do have hope that I can not only be happy, but that I can reduce the suffering of others. Yes that may be artificial as the matrix, but even if the suffering reduced is just an illusion, as long as those I touch occasionally perceive that they feel better, then it is all worth it.
I was talking to a friend last night about a similar topic. I used to have a motto, or credo, "I want all who come through my life to be better off for having known me." I know this ideal is impossible to actually reach, but it the direction I strove. I hope that this case holds true as I grow as a man.
This spins into a side topic that I will look more into later: people pleasing. This term is one of my least favorite ever. It is a good thing, in my mind and heart, to look for opportunities to make others happy. The idea that this is a bad thing or a weakness sickens me.