Besides missing all the soul shattering mental defeat of life, would living in a Utopia be THAT bad?

Question

Imagine we were all the same and all happy in the sense that it didn't matter that we didn't KNOW what it was like to be in love then betrayed by that love. Suppose we knew the secrets of life, that when you die, it's just another form of life, just taking place somewhere else.

Would that be such a loss...? Does all this stumbling through life, trying to figure it out till you die really mean anything in the end??

Answer 1

Depends on a person's opinion. For me, I am here now, and when I die, there are two possibilities. Either I will continue to exist in some way, or I will cease to exist completely. If I no longer exist, I cannot regret dieing.

I think everything needs to find the balance between positive and negative. The absence of everything negative would leave us unable to define or perceive the positive.

Answer 2

Utopia is Bliss.

Bliss is Ignorance.

Answer 3

Suicidally boring.

Answer 4

Yes, a utopia is stagnant/fix from a biological point of view this means eventual extinction.

How are you going to create the zombies? Drugs, surgery, violence, voluntary stupidity.. Love is a socially created illusion to pretty up the genetically induced high or rut that guaranties the perpetuation of the species. The secret of life is there are no secrets.

Since this planet is run in a dysfunctional way by religious fanatics and political idiots it could be a much nicer place simply by the application of rational though.

Answer 5

Almost impossible to define as it feels different for everyone, one thing should be understood.

Happiness is not a destination.

At age 40, I have had more than my share of tragedy in my relatively short life. For so many miserable years every time I saw a wishing well of any kind, I'd toss a penny and wish the exact shame wish, "I just want to be happy". What I didn't realize then that I do now is that moments in time when I was able to laugh, relax completely, or feel warm love, were happy. That is it, that's happiness. Once I discovered this, life seemed much happier. Now I concentrate on increasing those moments and decreasing the unhappy ones. I appreciate the happy moments much more now.

Would life be easier if we had all the bad times at once, or is it better that they are spread out? The happy times help us to rest up and cope with the sad times. A truly successful person is one who can overcome adversity and still maintain a positive, open and loving mind/heart/soul.

Is happiness a pair of designer shoes? Or your baby's first smile? Is happiness a fancy sports car? Or a hot shower? Is it a yacht? A million dollars? Or a warm hug from a special friend? When asked what the happiest day of one's life is, I never hear any mention of the "designer handbag" or the "day I bought my Rolex". I hear things like "the day my son was born" or "the day I graduated college".

When I was serving jury duty recently, a fellow juror said, "Why do girls like Paris Hilton who have so much money seem to get into so much trouble?" I quietly spoke up, for the first time, and said, "Money doesn't guarantee happiness or an easier life". Clearly, it does not. This has been the topic of debate between several people and myself. Some are truly convinced that if they just had a lot of money, they could be happy. Wrong. It can sometimes make people miserable. Money buys options.

Today, having lived through enough drama to write a book, I am happy almost all of the time. I no longer throw the penny and wish to be, I choose to be. Thankfully I hope I've seen enough devastating times that I am glad things are quiet. Quiet is good, quiet is peaceful. Now I just wish for sunshine or rain, depending on the weather.