“What makes life worth living? No child asks itself that question. To children, life is self-evident. Life goes without saying: whether it is good or bad makes no difference. This is because children don’t see the world, don’t observe the world, don’t contemplate the world, but are so deeply immersed in the world that they don’t distinguish between it and their own selves. Not until … a distance appears between what they are and what the world is, does the question arise: what makes life worth living?”— Karl Ove Knausgård
This is a quote I’ve been pondering recently. I think it says a lot about how we define our purpose in life.
We separate ourselves from each other, the world and ourselves. We spent our time wrestling with profound isolation and loneliness, longing to fill the hole within us with something. We long to be fulfilled and content, but work, pleasure, relationships, money and whatever else can’t seem to do the trick.
I think we have a lot to learn from children and how they experience the world. Perhaps we need to return to a childlike wonder of the world around.
What’s our mission?
Why are we here?
When is it that we stop being “immersed” in the world?