Why Do You Live?
Hello.
I have a question for those few daring souls possessed of strange intents who would care to take the time to ponder a meaningful response.
My question is simple.
Or perhaps not.
Why do you live?
I, of course, have a purpose in asking.
I wish to understand why humanity clings to life so very fervently when your numbers are so great that nature can no longer sustain you and your desired levels of decadent comfort.
I wish to understand what justifies each human to continue living when there is the viable possibility that the world would be more greatly benefited with the immediate deaths of a great, great, great, great many.
Tell me.
I am curious.
What makes you worthy of being spared?
I will accept no more responses.
September 20, 2008 at 11:59 PM
Hello, and good evening.
An interesting question you pose, Welldone.
I am unsure as to why I am worthy of being spared, or allowed to live.
Perhaps, it could be that I am not completely blind to what many ignore. Of course, what I can see and what you can see may be completely different. Nonetheless, I do see something. And perhaps, what I see is what allows me to continue living.
I am sure, though, that what I’ve just said will make no difference to you. I am sure that, no matter our reasons, you desire to see us suffer.
Now, if I may, I’d like to ask you something: what makes you worthy?
KIRIOU
September 21, 2008 at 3:54 AM
This all depends on what you consider worthy.
All are worthy or none.
September 21, 2008 at 12:00 PM
We live because we must. We cling to life because we can. The past has shown our worth, be it through great feats or noble altruism, and the future shall show it again. In truth, we may never be what you consider worthy. What you must understand is that your definition of worth is irrelevant; you are but one being in a great universe, most of which takes no heed of you. Do not seek Providence, nor Purpose, simply know this:
We are here because we Choose to be.
September 21, 2008 at 1:08 PM
All are worthy, because we all have within us the potential to create something more perfect and beautiful than what can be imagined.
September 22, 2008 at 12:04 AM
While I agree with your conclusion that the word would be much better off if a great many of us died, I think that it would be far more beneficial if instead of simply killing off a majority of our population we instead severely limited our reproduction to the point where our population decreases dramatically over the course of a few decades. In this way we can ensure than no one of great potential dies. However, when the time comes I am more than willing to lay down my life as i bring nothing of any particular interest to this world.
September 24, 2008 at 1:02 AM
The obvious scientific answer is that with use of knowledge and tools we have over powered nature and our clinging to life is a throw back to when only the strongest and smartest would survive to breed and continue their family line. But I think you would disagree with that Mr. Welldone would you not? so my answer to you on your first question is that I live because I’m not ready to know the answer to the question of what happens when we die. An attempt at answering that question ended with the bullet in my gun was a dud and it only raises an infinite number of more questions. so Ill answer your second question wit ha question, If you attempt suicide and seem to live how do you know you survived and haven’t become a permanent resident in the afterlife? If you think there was some type of intervention how do you know if it was good or evil? and more interestingly, what was the cost of any such intervention?
I don’t expect answers, I’m not sure an actual answer could be comprehended. I feel this is a trick question because it makes no sense to have people asses their own worth the world and all the things in it will assess them and as per this assessment people die every day.
September 25, 2008 at 11:51 PM
None are worthy.
It is a delusion that makes us defend our “right” to live.
We have no right.
It is by a minor miracle that we continue to exist, but that may not last much longer.
We drive ourselves to our own destruction. It is an inevitability, and I have no desire to stop it.
We are not worthy. None are.
September 27, 2008 at 1:12 AM
Hello.
Thus far few answers have proved to be worthy diversions.
I shall make my question more pointed.
What is the driving passion you claim justifies your continued existence as an individual?
September 27, 2008 at 2:59 AM
I’ve none.
September 27, 2008 at 10:05 AM
Hello, Blanch.
I see.
If you say such, then so it is.
September 27, 2008 at 12:25 PM
It is not a case of self-loathing for myself or hate for anyone else.
I just don’t bother to defend why I live because I’ve no particular “driving passion”, as you put it.
I’m just here.
September 27, 2008 at 2:45 PM
Driving passion? I suppose that we all must be motivated by what tomorrow may or may not hold. Goals, ambitions, dreams, hopes, fears, loves..if I had to guess, I’d say those are what compell humanity to continue trudging down the path to the end. As an individual, though? I’m not exactly sure at the present. The reasons and justifications seem to alter themselves day by day. I live because I can, because I’m enthralled with the beauty and the tragedy and everything else this world is composed of. I guess, in a nutshell, you could say I’m driven by my need to answer and ask more questions. I’m one of those few desirous of an answer to everything we seek. I just think humans shall always find reasons to keep going, but in essence, it’s just because we are already alive, we are already here, and we must have some purpose, right? Who knows, it’s one of the questions I’ve sought an answer to for so long.
September 27, 2008 at 2:49 PM
The driving passion is hope. Hope for something more, something bigger, something better than what we have or what we are. It is perhaps humanity’s most predictable reaction to adversity, and it is simultaneously the source of our greatest strength and our greatest weakness. I hope you can understand.
September 28, 2008 at 2:08 AM
Greetings Mr. Welldone.
While this is my first post on your blog, I have kept up with your comments on creepypasta and find you quite an intriguing fellow. As for your question, I believe my driving passion is kindness. That compassion may be towards people you probably see as not worthy of life, but I think it is the act of compassion itself that merits my existence. I am a lacto-ovo-vegetarian, I ride a bike to work, and I recycle. I am by no means perfect, but I try to do my part in making the world a cleaner and less violent place.
September 29, 2008 at 6:05 PM
Why Do You Live?
I live to pleassure myself with the universe[1]
What is the driving passion you claim justifies your continued existence as an individual?
I feel passion for the sense of power & control[2]
.3. I has thinking in this questions a lot f time, exactly 8 years, 4 months, 2 days and i believe the resolution depends in the time, the situacion and the person . .
For the universe ~ maybe i live for evolution
For Humankind ~ maybe i live for protect and secure the development of the specie
For my Country/Near geopolitical space ~ Maybe i live for to be a good citizen ..
For me ~ maybe Pleasure
[1] Being human, just a group of activities can make me feel pleasureand then stills depends in my personality([Genes/Experiences, etc, etc)
[2] Controling my environment i can secure my health, etc etc etc . . .
September 29, 2008 at 11:24 PM
I want to live because I’m afraid of the unknown. In this case the unknown would be death.
September 30, 2008 at 2:09 PM
To prepare for death. The body is a womb. Would you prematurely tear an infant from the womb and still expect it to thrive?
October 1, 2008 at 1:02 PM
My driving passion? To avoid death for as long as possible, or at least until there is proof of an afterlife, since I can’t imagine what non-existence must be like. I’ve found that I will do anything to avoid the inevitable.
October 1, 2008 at 7:56 PM
Family and stories: enough passion there for lifetimes.
October 1, 2008 at 10:58 PM
Hello.
No One. Prepare for disappointment.
TLB. Hope is only wonderful to behold in its demise.
Jack. You maintain the status quo. You would be better suited ridding humanity those who would destroy others. It is only in the most recent of times that humanity has relinquished its loving embrace with war and violence. Violence is capable of capturing the greatest of beauty.
Vins. Your answers would be amusing were they irony.
Samstone22. I find your response among the finest.
Dea. I can show you if you wish. You need only ask in the most sincere of manner.
Bryan. I shall respond within your own domain. I hope you do not disapprove of my intrusion.
The lot of you have my appreciation.
I am entertained.
October 2, 2008 at 10:23 AM
Sir,
I’m afraid you’ll have to forgive me for arriving late to your shindig. If I may be so bold…
Why would one such as yourself wish to ascribe some purpose to life? Such a teleological world view would be hard pressed to find any basis in reality. Life itself isn’t a constant. In fact, the whole idea behind life is that it ends, not simply on the microcosmic scale of an individual… rather, in an ever widening cycle… species become extinct or evolve… stars explode… galaxies are consumed.
A more pointed question is why do we, as a society, now allow the wheat to exist alongside the chaff? In fact, oddly enough, it has become virtuous to give your life to protect the weak. Rather than natural selection, it would seem that we’ve come to prefer that the weak persist and are quite successful in accomplishing this. Our purpose is now to degenerate.
If you’re trying to look at it from a samsara style viewpoint, the simple fact is, that, though suffering is rampant, it’s still so much fun… and there’s always the prospect that someone else will suffer more than you do. Mara knows best.
October 2, 2008 at 4:49 PM
Mr. Welldone, would you please show me non-existence, and what is after death, if they are not the same thing? I’d be eternally grateful and indebted to you. Or I may be horrified, or feel nothing at all.
October 2, 2008 at 6:29 PM
ONE DAY?!?
O SHI-
October 2, 2008 at 7:03 PM
To learn and observe. Nothing much more, I am still too young to know my true purpose. But thus far, it is to learn and observe.
October 2, 2008 at 9:16 PM
No, not there.
This…this is the wound that keeps me going…
October 2, 2008 at 10:48 PM
One day? I suppose I picked the right day to check this.
To learn what lies beyond my sphere of perception, then to expand that sphere to include my findings. Repeat.
October 3, 2008 at 12:24 AM
This reckoning you speak of… I find it odd and almost wistful that it arrives the day after the anniversary of my own birth long, long ago. Perhaps it is fitting. You and I have taken our places at the opposite ends of this spectrum, and while I once lived, I no longer do, and I imagine that as something that was once human I am far more prepared to intercede with humanity than yourself.
October 3, 2008 at 12:55 AM
Hello, R.
It is your right to throw your lot in with the rabble.
Regardless, my decision has yet to be made.
The pieces are in place.
One more day.
October 3, 2008 at 6:34 AM
Good day, Mr. Welldone.
I am not worthy of being spared. I am simply not.
I am aware that around me is more than I think there is. I read everything on this blog. There is more. This is an illusion. I could try to reach into the darkness and find out that there is more. I could.
But I don’t.
I live on in this illusion that the world has sadly built up for many, many humans. Scientists will still go on trying to find out things, unaware that the answers are around them.
So why do I live on in this illusion?
Simple answer.
I like illusions.
October 3, 2008 at 10:53 AM
“Throw your lot in with the rabble”? Oh, how very clever of you. You are jealous of humanity, aren’t you, Welldone? You can’t stand seeing them with the hope of something greater that you once had. You were destroyed by your own pride, and now you sit there gnashing your teeth that anyone or anything else might have hope of favor or salvation or love. Oh, how quickly you’d crawl back if given the chance- tail between your legs, tears flowing from your eyes as you cowered and sputtered thanks for being allowed into anyone’s grace again. But that will never, ever happen, will it, Welldone? You content yourself with being feared and hated. I’ve been feared and hated, against my will and in a kind of punishment for my own pride, and I suppose my lust as well. I hurt someone I loved more than words can express, and for that I will never be absolved. But at least I loved. You never did. And now you never will.
October 3, 2008 at 11:41 AM
Sic ‘em?
October 3, 2008 at 12:11 PM
Hello.
Dea. You are not sincere.
Someone. Youth is no excuse. Death does not discriminate.
The Teddy Bear. Wounds kill, nothing more. To believe otherwise is folly.
Sleeves. I question your sincerity as well. What is your mind closed to?
Horst. If illusions are your perception, then what is to come is irrelevant.
October 3, 2008 at 12:33 PM
Hello, R.
What assumptions you have.
Jealous? Destroyed?
I think not.
No, not at all.
Were I jealous, would I not inflict upon humanity what has been inflicted upon me? No, I give them the gifts I long for.
Epiphany.
Death.
As far as love is concerned, such a useless concept is beneath me. Love is an excuse for mindless procreation, and a weak excuse at that.
I do not content myself with being feared and hated.
No, not content.
I feel joy at the evergrowing fear and hate I receive. I labor to make those concepts grow within the hearts of others to vicariously experience anew what I have long since experienced for myself.
My mind and will are supreme. Unaffected by petty emotion and biological motivation.
I am more than human.
I am Power and Darkness incarnate.
I am the Living Unknown.
I am Mr. Welldone.
I can and will manipulate humanity to my whims and there is no power, no god, no concept, and no human alive or dead that can stop me.
Oh, but please do try.
I am positively enraptured when those that align against me delude themselves into thinking they have a chance.
There is no greater joy than watching a thing so beautifully pure slowly twist until suddenly it cracks.
And then the cracks deepen and spread, bleeding hope and life and stinking of terror.
It all crescendos with screams of pain, agony, and pleas for mercy. My, how humanity is so willing to discard its beliefs in the face of anguish.
It is not unlike some beautiful orchestral arrangement at the hands of a master.
And then it shatters, fulfilling the magnificent music of destruction.
Oh, yes. Please try and stop me.
Please.
I beg you.
October 3, 2008 at 1:20 PM
You fall victim to the very concepts you scorn, Welldone. I am no more human than you are. I am of the darkness myself. I suppose in my own fashion I am an avatar of the same emptiness you represent, and I cannot be cracked or twisted or bled any more than I was a long time ago. Try me. You cannot kill what has been killed. Not even Death can do that.
October 3, 2008 at 4:57 PM
Please, Mr. Welldone, I don’t know how to prove how sincere I am. I wish to know the truth, and I will give up everything and do anything to know what you know. I have lived in this illusion that other humans are bound to so passively for far too long, but I can’t anymore. I don’t see how other humans are able to go on with their lives, completly ignoring everything around them. They are content with living in a lie, but I am not.
October 3, 2008 at 5:16 PM
Mr. Welldone,
In this world, it is hard to establish a purpose being a young person. They will not listen. And not only that, but the economy sucks. Balls.
So, for now, my passion is to learn and pbserve, then reflect what stupidity the world has done when it is THERE time to sit down and learn.
October 3, 2008 at 5:17 PM
Hello.
Dea. I am not asking for an act proving sincerity. You simply do not desire to see the relentless bevy of questions that understanding of what comes After would bring.
You want answers. There are none. Thus, there is no sincerity.
R. Do not understimate my capabilities.