When, if at all, do love and hate become real? I've recently thought that people act out of necessity. The kindness they are showing me is done so out of a need for something, even if that need is a "feel good" chemical reaction and release of endorphins in their brain. Same goes for the hate people express. I dont, (anymore), believe in unconditional love or unconditional hate or soul mates. I've been under the belief as a result of this that nothing matters at all except our own survival, and by that logic, i couldnt care less. Everything we do, as far as i can tell, is for our very own singular survival and pleasure. The only thing that stumped me in this "belief" was Guilt and possibly Empathy. When i feel guilt it is because I feel bad about something i did to someone, that made them feel a certain way that i can empathize with, and remember how much i dont enjoy feeling that way. But then this can be seen as "natures moral compass", and therefore i come to the conclusion that we will then think twice about performing an act that may bring guilt upon our self. So we are refraining from acting against someone else for our own benefit, until that benefit becomes out weighed by whatever gain we'd experience upon acting out against someone. So i am not saying that being kind or being bitter is wrong or right. I am just wondering what other peoples thoughts on this are. Because I've grown up with an idea that we are surviving together for an end goal. Much like working until you retire. You work and work and work and survive and then retire comfortably (or so the idea goes). But life to me seems to be ...work to work. Survive to survive. If we are acting for the soul purpose of keeping our physical self/body/conscious "alive", than what is the point...besides survival, when in the end we've failed anyway.