Hung out with some friends today. We roamed around and looked at the beauty of the world around us. Admired the way the sun plays tricks on the eyes as it’s light reflects through the leaves of trees, discussed philosophies of life and other things. Some would look at us and say that we accomplished nothing. I would say that we accomplished life.
I often find myself wondering the meaning of life. Is it to merely breathe and then to die? Is there any meaning at all. Of these things I am not entirely sure. To me, the meaning of life is what you make of it. Happiness comes from it, sadness too. If the meaning of life were to merely breathe and than die, why then were we given minds capable of thought? These things too, I find myself wondering.
I do not like to think of it as merely a rogue chemical reaction of DNA resulting in reproducing carbon based mass. Yes, that’s what life is, but that is not its meaning. The meaning of life is not the cause, not the effect, but rather the path we take. I could go on and try explain what I mean by all of that, but then I would totally defeat the purpose of this brief monologue. The meaning of life is yours to find, and yours to make.
