It’s what we dread the most, having to ever stop and think about the
meaning of life. This question has bothered everyone,be they sinners or saints,
politicians or philosophers. So, have I found the answer? I am sure everyone
would be very skeptical about it, but then you have every right to be. So,
here’s my answer..I found the meaning of life to be absolutely meaningless. But
then I realized the profound nature of this meaninglessness, it being tied to
one of the most important things we pursue in life; freedom. So, to put it
directly, in plain and simple language, it’s the meaninglessness of life that
gives us the freedom to pursue what we want. Imagine for a moment that there
was some meaning to life. Then we will have no choice but to follow this
meaning and our lives would be imprisoned, locked inside this meaning, unable to
deviate from it.
I would assume that if there was a common meaning to life,
there would be a far greater number of depressed, unhappy people jumping off
balconies because of their inability to engineer their own lives. So the absence
of a meaning is the ultimate blessing in disguise, because now we can assign
meaning to our own lives in whichever way we want and follow that from the very
core of our beings. So, here’s to the meaninglessness of life!
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