The Meaning of Life

The age old question…what is the meaning of life? I asked that question when I was 15 years old, and I left home to find the answer. Many years have passed since then, and I know now in my heart, there really is an answer. It is a simple and basic thing, not complex or beyond our comprehension. The reason for life is living, nothing more and nothing less. It is ultimately a selfish experience, for no one truly can ever live through another. We have five senses we experience through, and without these senses…we know nothing and we are nothing. Even if we were to go to some higher dimension or alternate plane…they would all have to be experienced through some kind of senses. We are sensory creatures, and we desire to be pleased, to experience life in whatever way satisfies us. It doesn’t matter whether we find that pleasure in religion, sex, pain, or joy, it is all a sensual experience of one kind or another. We seek fulfillment; we seek satisfaction. Love though touted as the reason for living, is merely the way we express our pleasure in those that satisfy us. Love is a selfish act, but it is so fulfilling. Selfless love is but a myth. The woman who gives to the homeless on the street, she is seeking to be fulfilled in the act of giving. Yet, so twisted in her act, she cannot see she feeds the alcohol that runs through his veins. Love can be twisted, love can be fulfilling, but love is always selfish. Not a love I have known that does not twist in some way, like the branches of trees, altered by the winds of time. The meaning of life is living, and that means experiencing. In the act of experiencing, new ideas are born, new feelings arise, and I am deepened by my experiences. The more I experience, the more I am. There is never an end to this experience, never an end to possibility. The meaning of life is experience…now go out and experience it.

[tags]Life, meaning, shadowmyth, Lockergnome[/tags]