March 2, 2005

  • The meaning of life…

    Ive thought about it for a bit, and I see no real, provable reason why we are here on this crazy planet, completely self aware, but ignorant of our purpose.

    The cowards hiding behind religion are just too afraid to face the godless truth of chance, the cold hard emptiness of random life out of the void. (Listen, i have nothing against it as ritual and heratige, just as the answer to how we came to be and why we are here).

    But fear not, with no discernible reason, the answer lies in the simple act of just making it up for yourself.

    But that can be hard too, so I broke it down:

    Find something, and someone, to do.

    Its elegance lies in its core directness, but truly absorb it. Go out there, find something to do with your life, and someone to share it with.

    Doesn’t that ring true?

    Don’t say I never told you.