heartbeatocean said:

This in itself is a philosophy...an "aspect of the ego", and thus has no substance...

Byron said:

That is correct. But it's a path that leads the way.

I'm a nobody here...no one loves me on the Org

Justaphase said:

The Org doesn't matter.

MissMe said:

NOW you tell me...

Byron said:

Well the org isn't real life.

i'm feeling like it riiiight about now.

heartbeatocean said:

So then it does hold substance...

sammij said:

Come sit on my lap and take an IQ test lol...

MissMe said:

i don't think my life has been mundane at all. i'm sure einstein, dali, churchill & co. experienced things that i could never imagine, but i haven't done too shabby in my own 37 years on this earth. i don't feel that worldwide recognition is necessary to feel like "somebody".

if i were in a coffee shop and tom cruise were to walk in, i'm sure i'd be expected to freak out and be all like "OMFG THAT'S TOM CRUISE!!!" - but his work doesn't really have an effect on me, so my response would be more like "well, ya don't see that every day."

on the other hand, if justin bond were to walk in the same coffee shop, i'd probably start squealing like a little schoolgirl. even though most people don't know who this person is, i think he's a ridiculously talented performer and everything i've seen him do on stage and in film has had a profound effect on me.

i guess what i'm saying is that the popularity/fame doesn't matter to me as much as the product someone offers.

Byron said:

Bueller?

MissMe said:

Thanks...feel better now

Sometimes being a nobody is very refreshing. I am glad I am a no one Although I am a mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter and a friend.

I don't like to ask why or how? All I know is, by some way, whether it be a All Knowing Being, or just by chance, life is a gift, and I cherish it so much. When I was young I was severely depressed and borderline suicidal. I hated my existence, and as silly as it sounds music stepped in one day at age 14 and pretty much saved my life. Now look at life as a one in a million gift, and I only have 80 years here tops, so I've gotta do everything I can to not waste it.

Hi, your question reminded me of this Gauguin painting because he asks the ultimate question in search for a meaning to the purpose of our existence. I hope you enjoy, this is the link I copied it from.


http://www.artchive.com/a...e.jpg.html


"This is Gauguin's ultimate masterpiece - if all the Gauguins in the world, except one, were to be evaporated (perish the thought!), this would be the one to preserve. He claimed that he did not think of the long title until the work was finished, but he is known to have been creative with the truth. The picture is so superbly organized into three "scoops" - a circle to right and to left, and a great oval in the center - that I cannot but believe he had his questions in mind from the start. I am often tempted to forget that these are questions, and to think that he is suggesting answers, but there are no answers here; there are three fundamental questions, posed visually.

"On the right (Where do we come from?), we see the baby, and three young women - those who are closest to that eternal mystery. In the center, Gauguin meditates on what we are. Here are two women, talking about destiny (or so he described them), a man looking puzzled and half-aggressive, and in the middle, a youth plucking the fruit of experience. This has nothing to do, I feel sure, with the Garden of Eden; it is humanity's innocent and natural desire to live and to search for more life. A child eats the fruit, overlooked by the remote presence of an idol - emblem of our need for the spiritual. There are women (one mysteriously curled up into a shell), and there are animals with whom we share the world: a goat, a cat, and kittens. In the final section (Where are we going?), a beautiful young woman broods, and an old woman prepares to die. Her pallor and gray hair tell us so, but the message is underscored by the presence of a strange white bird. I once described it as "a mutated puffin," and I do not think I can do better. It is Gauguin's symbol of the afterlife, of the unknown (just as the dog, on the far right, is his symbol of himself).

"All this is set in a paradise of tropical beauty: the Tahiti of sunlight, freedom, and color that Gauguin left everything to find. A little river runs through the woods, and behind it is a great slash of brilliant blue sea, with the misty mountains of another island rising beyond Gauguin wanted to make it absolutely clear that this picture was his testament. He seems to have concocted a story that, being ill and unappreciated (that part was true enough), he determined on suicide - the great refusal. He wrote to a friend, describing his journey into the mountains with arsenic. Then he found himself still alive, and returned to paint more masterworks. It is sad that so great an artist felt he needed to manufacture a ploy to get people to appreciate his work. I wish he could see us now, looking with awe at this supreme painting."

wildgoldenhoney said:

OR

it's Gauguin's ultimate meditation on his fascination with the bodies of young Tahitian girls.

evenstar said:

That too!

Byron said:

Only in a relative sense, not in an Absolute sense. And that goes for our lives too.

EverSoulicious said:

Same here.

Daily inside of me i am reminded i am nobody, the only worth i have is what others place on me

mdiver said:

i think that we are all nobody's however i think that its the worth that we place on ourselves that gives us worth. if we look for worth (which is not always a bad thing) from others we're up the shit creek