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.

Find out who I really am

To enjoy myself. What exactly that means, changes over time.

Spite a bunch of fuckheads and make some cool software whilst not forgetting to have fun along the way.

Pretending that working my ass off to make a ton of money (not for the sake of it, but because I don’t want to work my entire life) will eventually pay off.

To be happy and enjoy things, and to make others happy in return! ❤️😌

To spread my genes around, mostly

Hentai

I don't have one. I just do what I can to be a good person and that's it. And I'm ok with it.

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?

it doesnt matter

Not to die today

I think you need a new keyboard lol. Did you mean ataraxia?

Another word I haven't heard until now, but yes, I do support this attitude to life. I think I've learnt it from my ex. Sometimes bad things happen that are beyond your control and lamenting them is a waste of time, which can be much better spent on trying to figure if there is anything that can be done about the loss or adversity. And if nothing can be done, move on to enjoying other things in life.

I was interested to read that in ancient times, ataraxia was the ideal state for soldiers heading for battle. You can be sure as hell that if I was about to face the prospect of killing others or being killed, ataraxia would be the last mental state I'd be in!

...to do my best, to do my duty to God and my country, to be square, and to obey the law of the pack.

Purpose in life? I'm not American, sorry

To get as close to my true self as possible.

To save as many animals as I can

To be exploited in every way possible.

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.

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 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)