Meaning

As many times as I may ask, "what is the meaning of life?" I have yet to get a satisfactory answer. Each time it all comes back to that we live and we die and nothing matters in the end. Is it really so? Perhaps. Or perhaps not. I do not know. Regardless, that is how life works...something happens, and then something else happens, and then we die.

Whether there is a greater significance to that sequence of events or not, I do not know. Nor do I very much care. Life has reached a certain point where it goes on. The phrase "life goes on" is so simple, so commonplace. Yet so rarely do we really think on the true meaning of it. So rarely do we allow the simple fact to permeate into our mind and allow us to just accept everything as it falls.

What is the better way to live? To just take everything as it comes or to try and assume control over it and not let anything to fall that was not a perfect part of the plan? I don't know. I rather doubt that anybody does. But we still keep living. And it's not exactly because we don't have a choice. In all actuality, we have every choice. Even though it seems as though we are just going along with life, we are making the decision to do so...nothing short of ourselves really forces us to do that.

We lie in wait, hoping for something that will make us feel emotion, or a rush, or anything, really. And sometimes we decide that we have grown weary of action and merely take the initiative...be it harmful or harmless. Such is life. This is what we do. This is precisely how we live. And yes, we can change it. Whether we are going to or not, that remains entirely up to us. Start thinking.