To be furiously myself.

Of course there's "how do you define yourself" but I discover it every day and it changes spectrally every few weeks (it better) so my definition is wrong over and over again. And I'm right over and over again too. Am I drunk?

It's hard to define in words, since words lose meaning and are imperfect when they leave your mouth.
But I feel well-defined when I turn a gun game into a tea party. Or a tea party into a gun game.
When I stay up wake to grab an extra bite of time, or when I do jack shit to stare at cool red cirrus clouds. I'm defined when I fuck up but bite my way up the wall into a standing position.
When I write something down and look back at it later -- "wow, I was smart" or "wow, I was braindead" -- then do it again.
Decorate my room, or make my lock screen pretty, or reanimate a useless skill.

I'm only a little opinionated though. If I download a personality, that's still me. If I 180, that's still me. If I'm dead wrong and eat advice, that's still me.

I'm not gonna carpe diem into a crime spree but my time is fucking mine so fuck everything (romantically/derogatorily)

Purpose?

Not to die today

To discover and adhere to an objectively moral life.

Learning.

To quote Carl Sagan, “We are a way for the cosmos to know itself.”

Spend your life enjoying it and helping others enjoy theirs. As the universe unfolds, we've only got this one brief moment of consciousness before we disappear, we have to make our life filled with as much happiness as we can. And help others fill theirs.

I hope to leave whatever spaces I inhabit better than before I was there. I also want to be a cute girl with a cute tummy and thick thighs. I believe these are both aligned with one another.

To crush my enemies, see them driven before me and hear the lamentations of their women

To annoy my wife.

To make as many people as uncomfortable as I humanly can.

Crush the patriarchy and bring about equity and equality. And jacking the hog…

Purpose in life? I'm not American, sorry

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate the beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch Or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!

• Ralph Waldo Emerson

I don't know.

You decide it yourself, thus it's for you to figure out. Personally, I like little things. Like pop rocks I bought earlier. I think they worth living a little, aren't they?

Help each other.

To work for some asshole and make just enough money to get by.

I try to follow a set of rules which define how i should live my life written in my own words, which essentially restate the golden rule/10 commandments/fundamental tenets/etc. I read them as myself, as if I'm giving advice to myself. Pronouns can be tricky. I don't follow them perfectly and often will tweak the wording, hoping to avoid misinterpretation.

I call them my veritaclaritives. (veritas + clarus = loud and clear truth; probably bad latin)

• Always look out for #1

• Always be prepared for a #2 (e.g. romance, friendships, shit)

• Only desire what you require

• It's only theft if they need it more than you (emphasis on NEED)

• Create more than you consume

• Help people up, more and before you put anyone down

• Treat everyone as a friend until they prove otherwise (emphasis on both THEY and PROVE; the golden rule)

• Make amends with your friends, before an unexpected end (r.i.p. Nivec)

• Keep your friends close, be your own worst enemy

• If thoughts of any enemy anger you, you've already lost (note plural)

• Destroy enemies until they are unable to do you harm

• All enemies can be defeated through unconditional love.

To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their women.

To enjoy the world and minimize how much I prevent others from enjoying it as well.

To cut all ties, live in a penthouse, and never go onto the ground again until my body is found after dozens of amazon boxes at my door prompts a wellness check. I refuse to live as a permanent victim used to inspire actual people to not be outdone by something below them. I refuse to be marijuana and nicotine users' emotional punching bag. That's all I'll ever be in society if I don't cut ties or die.

My purpose in life is to produce poop and pee. I work hard so that I can afford food and water so that I can eventually poo and pee. I have an urge to reproduce so that my children can also poop and pee.

I used to be flourishing as an artist. Now I'm just trying to not end up in a camp within the next 4+ years

To "live", and by "live" I mean experience and creat Art. I don't need more nor less.

Nothing!

Correct the mistakes of my ancestors.

To end it peacefully

To spend time with the people I love.

To get as close to my true self as possible.

Nothing. Purpose implies the potential for failure and while there are certainly circumstances that I would consider personal failures, there are none so great that they would invalidate my existence.

That said, I have a vision for my life and the state of the world that I would like to see realized. I want to see a world where climate change is taken seriously and recognized as the imminent threat that it is. It will be waiting on the other side of every economic crisis or war that man chooses to wage.

curiosity

Currently just trying to be a girl, be kind, and trying to help the people around me.