Does life appear to make more or less sense to you as you grow older?

Much more, but not so much from the age or the time passed. More from the wise people I’ve known and studied with, the books I’ve read, and the work I’ve done to understand myself and others.

It makes more sense, but sometimes I am saddened and disgusted by what the truth really is.

In the other hand, being older, and wiser makes it possible to make better choices regarding what is the right/best thing to do for your own life, politics, and the broader world view.

Sometimes, especially when we are young, more naive than we are when we are older, and more emotional, even if we know what is the best choice in the long run, we don’t necessarily choose that.

The more you know, the more likely it is that you will make a good choice, based on facts. Well, what I mean is, you are more likely to do that with maturity.

More.. But I do miss my Karl Pilkington years. Everything was so simple back then.

Gave p trying to make sense out of life decades ago.

It fails to make sense if you try to ascertain purpose.

If you accept it is all just random actions and reactions then, yes, I guess you can say it makes sense.

At times it goes both ways for me.

Yes, I’ve learned to understand that it makes no sense.

The more you know the less sense it makes.

I’m not sure if it makes more sense or if , as I grow older, I just don’t dwell or worry about stuff as much.

Is it supposed to make more sense?

If anything, it makes less sense, because now I learn something new almost every day, but I have the maturity now to understand it.

No sense at all. In fact it petrifies me to think how nonsensical it all is. The older I get the faster I want it all to be over. This sounds weird because most people I discuss this with think that as they get older the more they want to hang onto life.

Life itself has always made a certain rough “sense” to me, even the emphatically nonsensical parts, in their perverse way.

It’s Fluther that makes less and less sense as we age.

If life made sense it might indicate that there was some plan in action, which there is not.

It makes much less sense to me now, but I care much less about that now. I no longer think it should “make sense”, the metaphysical energy I expend now focuses on the sense of the moment, or the person, or the event.

Life appears more in focus when one understands the reasons behind behaviors

“To many of us had to learn as children to hide our own feelings,needs,and memories in order to meet our parents expectations and win their love.”
Quote from the book: The Drama of the Gifted Child“by Alice Miller.

“She refers to Gifted as not the child who got high grades in school nor children talented in some way but rather to all of us who survived an abusive childhood thanks to an ability to adapt even ti unspeakable cruelty by becoming numb..Without this gift offered us by nature, we would not have survived.”

Its a book about finding our own truth.
Outdated in some aspects ( origin written in 1960“s ) but the reasoning is thought provoking.

Understand that many of us had rough beginnings and that they compensate in their behaviors.
Understanding from where a person stems from and his background experiences is the first step in helping a person to heal.
That is what I have discovered and thus read as much as I can on human behaviors.

I realized at an early age that we are all subject to the laws of nature and there is no other “purpose” involved.

There is no “sense” to life. It just is what it is. There is no more sense to our lives than for a turtle’s life.

I know, are we not meant to be wage slaves for the wealthy?

Makes more sense. Especially as to the clarity of the inevitabilty of death.