Meaning of Life
I often wonder what the meaning of life is. I wonder when sitting at a red light, when on the subway, when walking along the street.
Why am I here? What is the meaning of my existence?
Is it to “be”? As in eat, sleep, have sex, watch movies, have babies, work at a job, buy a house, make art….??
Is that it?? I do those things and they fill me with a mixture of stimuli. And I could easily continue doing it until I die. But I can’t help but wonder if there is more to it. I mean I can do all that stuff in my sleep. And sometimes I do. As if on auto pilot.
In fact doing that stuff often DOES put me to sleep.
It seems there are two dualities to perception:
1. Destiny is fixed.
2. We create our destiny.
or
1. Life is, as in the scientific view.
2. Life is what we interpret it as, as in the religious view.
or
1. Life is a series of facts.
2. Life is a series of interpretations.
or
1. There is a universal reality.
2. Each individual makes their own reality.
Ect, ect.
Of course life is both sides of the duality.
I’m not getting very far here with my point.
I am not sure what my point is exactly except for this nagging question that appears trite when put into works (”What is the meaning of life”) but as an energy it knocks around inside me endlessly as I go through my day.
It is a general restlessness. A low grade dissatisfaction. An inaudible murmur that there is more, maybe, maybe not. Like a slight inflection at the end of a sentence that leaves you wondering if there was more meaning than what was stated….
What is the purpose of this life????
I have had answers. The point of life is:
To love
To help
To feel
To care
To create
To be, whatever that means
To breathe
To empathize
And I do these things daily. They are great. But there is still a little question mark in my soul, a pause, a slight sigh that distracts me.
Is this our destiny - to forever wander through light blindfolded????
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