My heart was cut so deep I could hardly talk. I felt that stinging hurt again all over my skin. I stormed out onto the balcony, clinging to the railing for a long moment, forcing some calm upon myself, my hands trembling, but it did little good. I tried again to quell my pounding heart. I refused to tremble. I collected myself, eyes roving the ceiling, ready for the next cheap diatribe to be flung in my face. Let us now turn to the question whether, given the rejection of belief in God and immortality, life can nevertheless have meaning or significance. Sometimes when a person asks whether life has any meaning, what he wants to know is whether there is a superhuman intelligence that fashioned human beings along with objects in the World to serve some end—whether their role is perhaps analogous to the part of an instrument (or its player) in a symphony. People who ask whether history has a meaning often use the word in the same sense. When MacBeth exclaimed that life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing—his was point evidently was not that human life is part of a scheme designed by a superhuman idiot, but that it is not part of any design. #RyanPhillippe 1 of 5

The deeper issues and remarks that we find ourselves inn a dreadful situation in which there is scarcely a clue as to whether our existence had any real significance in the cosmic order of the Universe. You are paying for your sins. You are paying now as we speak. You are terrified you will lose everyone you love and never see then again. And maybe you will not. And maybe of you do, they will show you a defiance that will demoralize you even more truly than you are demoralized now. I closed my eyes, Once again, I used the very strongest of my telepathic power. I would go for walks at 3am, in hopes of seeing him stumble out of a bar just so I could see that he was safe and he was not lying in a hospital because he got hit by a car. I could not contact the police and let them know that I was concerned about him and that he was missing. For a while I thought he was even dead because of a link I read online, which said he had been killed and also because all of the old pictures that kept surfacing. I thought so loudly: I have such a need for you. I come to your ashamed of my failures. I come to you as you’re the brat prince. I do not claim to be anything better or worse. #RyanPhillippe 2 of 5

Listen to me. Help me. It was like a dream when I saw the sunshine on your face, the sight of your brought so much comfort and feelings of being safe to this dark place. Listen to me. Help me. Help me for the sake of others. I beg you. Hear my prayer. I was in this dark frame of mind, alone with this message, which engaged my soul so completely. When we ask whether a particular person’s life has or had any meaning, we are usually concerned not with cosmic issues, but with the question whether certain purposes are to be found in his life. Is my life still worthwhile? And what might make someone believe my life has ceased to be worth living? We talked about earlier how the dentist and the lawyer thought their lives where worthwhile because they have achieved certain goals. Many people are truly not focused on a relationship, to many people freedom comes with being able to provide or yourself the things that they want and that love will come later. No one wants to constantly be used and held to these beliefs that is they worship a person long enough, this person will save you from the injustice and pain of your life. #RyanPhillippe 3 of 5

Something similar seems to be involved when we say that a person’s lift is (still) worthwhile or worth living. We seem to be making two assertions: first, that the person has some goals (other than merely to be dead or to have his pains eased) which do not seem to him to be trivial and, second, that there is some genuine possibility that he will attain these goals. These observations are confirmed by various systematic studies of people who contemplated suicide, of others who unsuccessfully attempted suicide, and of situations in which people did not commit suicide. When the subjects of these studies declared that their lives were no longer worth living they generally meant either that there was nothing left in their lives about which they seriously cared or that there was no real likelihood of attaining any of the goals that mattered to them. It should be noted that in this sense an individual many well be mistaken in his assertion that his life is not worthwhile any longer. #RyanPhillippe 4 of 5

When thinking about the value of his life, he may, for example, mistake a temporary indisposition for a more permanent loss of interest, or, more likely, he may falsely estimate his changes of achieving the ends he wishes to attain. Unlike happiness, which constitutes the meaning of life in the everyday or need-conditioned sense, the morally good does not depend on the accidents of life. It is not within a person’s power to be happy, but it is essentially (grundsatzlich) in everybody’s power to do what is good. To learn about a person and the other person learning about you is the beginning of a loving relationship Furthermore, while all happiness is subjective and transitory, leaving behind it no more than a melancholy echo, the good has eternal value. On the other hand, we have honor every good deed and the expression of every moral attitude, even if it took place in a distant land and among international people. Love and labor, two beautiful reasons for living. #RyanPhillippe 5 of 5