The meaning of life
Today has been a good day, even though it hasn't really started yet. Still a couple of hours to go before I go to work like a faithful and diligent little worker bee. With the day spent mainly in the garden, fixing the pool, grilling and then watching some TV, reading, napping or writing, I have to say it has already been a good one, and can now only get better.
Just watched a show called MegaWorld about South Korea. Man, that's scary. Sometimes previously I tended to wonder about the mysteries of the world, and where they have all disappeared to. Imagine living in colonial times with strange mysteries and creatures hidden in exotic continents that could only be reached by arduous journeys. Personally, with the world at your fingertips as it is today, I thought the adventure and discovery was gone. Then you go and watch something like MegaWorld. Afterwards, I can't really say which of the projects that were emphasized that impressed (or scared) me the most. Korea, where a full 10% of the population is reported as being gaming addicted, playing by the computer for an average of 10 hours or more DAILY! I could do that. Noooo problem!
Question is - what's the point of it? What meaning is there? What do you add to something that is greater than yourself? Most would probably argue for the biological imperative, that we live to reproduce. Others would perhaps think that we live to add something to the world that remains and enhances it after we leave. Yet others seems to hope or aspire for some morality that goes beyond the mortal coil, that there is a reckoning after we pass.
I won't even begin to summarize my arguments, just to let you know my verdict. I say we create our own meaning, since there is really no other. So, what you want to do with your life is decided by you. A career? Fine. Loads of children? Why not. Break a highscore in a game? Sure, go ahead. In the end, it doesn't really matter except by what you think. If you look
back at your life and feel satisfied, if you live your life and are content, if you look at the next day or year of your life with anticipation, then you're doing it right.
So, what is my meaning? Well, tell me yours and I will tell you mine ;) Our meaning is often explained by what we do. Why do I keep working at photography, when I choose not to make money of it, choose not to have exhibits? Why do I write short stories that no one will ever read, that will never be published? Why do I take extensive notes when cracking a computer game, notes that are never used and piled up with other thoughts in my shelves of notebooks in the library? I couldn't possibly hope to explain it to someone else, but to me, it gives me meaning!
Meaning is of course also closely linked to being content. Until we fulfill our meaning, we will never be content. The question there is, should we? Should we always continue to strive and fight and desire something more, like hungry wolves on a migration? Or should we be content, lazily leaning back to the daily activity of smacking ourselves on the belly with the elastics of our underwear?
Just watched a show called MegaWorld about South Korea. Man, that's scary. Sometimes previously I tended to wonder about the mysteries of the world, and where they have all disappeared to. Imagine living in colonial times with strange mysteries and creatures hidden in exotic continents that could only be reached by arduous journeys. Personally, with the world at your fingertips as it is today, I thought the adventure and discovery was gone. Then you go and watch something like MegaWorld. Afterwards, I can't really say which of the projects that were emphasized that impressed (or scared) me the most. Korea, where a full 10% of the population is reported as being gaming addicted, playing by the computer for an average of 10 hours or more DAILY! I could do that. Noooo problem!
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| Speaking of photography, here is an alley from the maze in Barcelona. With all the wonders of the world and Man, how to better explore them than with my lens so that I can present how I see the world to others? |
I won't even begin to summarize my arguments, just to let you know my verdict. I say we create our own meaning, since there is really no other. So, what you want to do with your life is decided by you. A career? Fine. Loads of children? Why not. Break a highscore in a game? Sure, go ahead. In the end, it doesn't really matter except by what you think. If you look
back at your life and feel satisfied, if you live your life and are content, if you look at the next day or year of your life with anticipation, then you're doing it right.
So, what is my meaning? Well, tell me yours and I will tell you mine ;) Our meaning is often explained by what we do. Why do I keep working at photography, when I choose not to make money of it, choose not to have exhibits? Why do I write short stories that no one will ever read, that will never be published? Why do I take extensive notes when cracking a computer game, notes that are never used and piled up with other thoughts in my shelves of notebooks in the library? I couldn't possibly hope to explain it to someone else, but to me, it gives me meaning!
Meaning is of course also closely linked to being content. Until we fulfill our meaning, we will never be content. The question there is, should we? Should we always continue to strive and fight and desire something more, like hungry wolves on a migration? Or should we be content, lazily leaning back to the daily activity of smacking ourselves on the belly with the elastics of our underwear?
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