The beauty of life is in its constant fluidity; fluidity without a meaning. When we assert that life has to have a meaning, we inevitably confine it to a mere means to an end - something to get to; just another achievement to frame and hang on our walls.
Everyone then, rushing towards the illusory meaning, will be disappointed when they do not find one, but in the process of looking for it, will even kill each other to get there first.
Wouldn’t it be more relaxing and calming to accept that life has mo meaning and just enjoy it without galloping anywhere?
When experiencing terrible times in life, we naturally think that life is shit and what the hell is the point of it anyway; we question the very meaning of life, right?
When experiencing beautiful times in life, we poetically brag how beautiful and meaningful our life is; fully convinced that those who are complaining about their suffering are not seeing clearly.
Wouldn’t it be great if we all agreed on the fact that life has no specific meaning; it has no point to it? We don’t have to be specifically wise to understand that everything in life is temporary - terrible times are temporary and beautiful times are also temporary. They interchangeably dominate one another.
Once agreed, we could then relax and without worrying about meaning or purpose, we could live life’s every moment to its fullest with its ups and downs, specific to each one of us.
That shouldn’t require too much effort. Life naturally fluctuates. All we have to do is ride the wave.
PS, The meaning of looking into a child’s eyes, is looking into the child’s eye.
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