The Meaning of Life
I don't know when I started looking for the meaning of life;
probably a few years back after my grandmother died. I thought I
found it many times, but I was wrong. It changed with new
wisdom, new thoughts and beliefs. It's what everyone wants to
know, but maybe none are able to handle.
I will never know everything there is to know in life; I will
never know what no mortal can know. I will live for a purpose I
can't explain, that no one can, but I will still live. I will
love life for no matter what it is. Life is me, in my soul, in
my mind, and in my heart. I wasn't created to live it, I was
created to be it. Life is what we were given, our gift from
existence. I will never forget this, no matter how buried I
become in wisdom and knowledge. I may fade when I die, but life
will never fade from my soul.
I want peace for the world. A simple thought indeed, but it is
my dream. It is the gift that I owe the world for giving me
life. It seems weird to say this is my only dream. It isn't a
dream that I share alone, but it is a dream that I have great
passion for. It pains me to see others hurt and suffering. It
makes me empty inside. I want people to have peace. I want them
to know life and its beauty.
I want peace for the world, but I know it won't happen. I know
this because it is not living without pain. You need pain and
suffering to live as much as you need peace and happiness. That
is life, a combination of all feelings, emotions, thoughts, and
beings. That is existence. What creates life is everything, from
the shade to the light and back again: a continuous cycle.
My thoughts won't end. They will live on forever in my soul, in
my mind, in my heart. My views will change with age, with
experience, with feelings and life. I accept that I won't know
an end in life. An end would mean that I have every answer I
need, every want fulfilled and every dream lived. No mortal can
have any of those, let alone them all. There isn't an answer for
everything. Sometimes the answers aren't worth finding. These
are just things you know, things you will understand in life. I
may not admit it at times, but deep inside I understand why.
That's just how life is.
My life is strange and odd. I'm special in ways, normal in
others, and pathetic in the remaining. I'm human, nothing more,
nothing less. I can't pass judgment, I can't give pain, and I
can't watch suffering. I can feel and think, but I can't control
myself. I am a wanderer of life, aimlessly and hopelessly. I go
where I am called. I have dreams and wants, but I am confined to
mortal rules, to nature's rules, and to life's rules. I am not
predestined, but I am not free-lived. There are paths, endless
and winding, that I follow, but I can stray.
The meaning is thus: Life is for savoring, for living as it is.
It is beauty. Nothing in the world can compare to it. Not even
death or afterlife can match it. It spreads its arms and holds
every creature closely, and it never lets go.
Many will search for something greater, some deeper meaning, but
they will not find it. We are not given life to serve others. We
are not given life to worship anything. We are not given life to
ponder our existence. We are given life to live. We are to enjoy
the world, enjoy creation, and enjoy ourselves. We will learn
much in our time, we will travel far and see many things, but in
the end it is the same. We lived our journeys, and we pay the
price.
Those who read this are probably disappointed. People seek some
truth that seems hard and deep, when really the answers are
simple. They are what we want them to be. If afterlife exists,
we will know. If it doesn't, we will never know. Either way we
will be in peace. The meaning of life is like that. It isn't one
meaning for all of us to follow, but rather thousands bound
together by truth. I wasn't given life to question it; I was
given life to accept it. I will never know the truth, but I know
it exists, and that is the meaning of life.