Losty you edited your post after I posted my answer. Indeed your point was really helpful, smart and on target (as were all the posts from the other guys).
What I find interesting about this spiritual "rebirth" that I am experiencing, is that supressed and "censored" feelings and thoughts in my mind have risen from the dead. I used to think that I have "Grown Out" of some feelings because of my personal ethical values, but since I have killed my God, I realized that they were Religion inflicted values. There was nothing wrong with somethings I was feeling. It was just Christianity that made me supress myself.
It is a really scary, interesting and rejouvenating process.
The thing is that right now I have no interest in my previous life's work. Things that used to be important now fade into nothing.
I think it was Socrates who said that human beings are at our best and more happy when we are at the process of completing a worthy goal. Not after we have completed it, but when we are at the process of going towards a worthy goal. A goal bigger than ourselves.
The problem is that for the first time in my life I have some trouble defining a "worthy" goal.
At the end who gives a shit?
I mean, if I go to the same place as any pedophiliac bastard, if the end is the same, is the satisfaction of helping others and being good enough to get me out of bed in the morning? Why should I contribute to this society and not simply have fun?
I know that funtamentalist morons usually mumble about something similar to what I say, I hope that you understand me though.
That whole "when I die my brain rots and that is the end" thing, doesn't provide much incentive to go to work everyday...
P.S. Again sorry for my English, though I bet it is better than your Greek ... haha...
What I find interesting about this spiritual "rebirth" that I am experiencing, is that supressed and "censored" feelings and thoughts in my mind have risen from the dead. I used to think that I have "Grown Out" of some feelings because of my personal ethical values, but since I have killed my God, I realized that they were Religion inflicted values. There was nothing wrong with somethings I was feeling. It was just Christianity that made me supress myself.
It is a really scary, interesting and rejouvenating process.
The thing is that right now I have no interest in my previous life's work. Things that used to be important now fade into nothing.
I think it was Socrates who said that human beings are at our best and more happy when we are at the process of completing a worthy goal. Not after we have completed it, but when we are at the process of going towards a worthy goal. A goal bigger than ourselves.
The problem is that for the first time in my life I have some trouble defining a "worthy" goal.
At the end who gives a shit?
I mean, if I go to the same place as any pedophiliac bastard, if the end is the same, is the satisfaction of helping others and being good enough to get me out of bed in the morning? Why should I contribute to this society and not simply have fun?
I know that funtamentalist morons usually mumble about something similar to what I say, I hope that you understand me though.
That whole "when I die my brain rots and that is the end" thing, doesn't provide much incentive to go to work everyday...
P.S. Again sorry for my English, though I bet it is better than your Greek ... haha...
