The meaning of life
I remember when an entomologist (an expert on insects) was asked what benefit ticks provide. "None at all," he replied. The follow-up question, of course, was why they exist at all. "Because the opportunity arose."
It made me think about the questions we ask about our own existence.
We like to believe that everything has a meaning and a connection. That everything is part of a perfect whole.
We search and search, wanting the answer served to us on a silver platter. Perhaps that's why we never find it: we're looking in the wrong place.
Maybe we ourselves hold the solution to the riddle without realizing it. Like using a torch to search for something, not realizing that it's the torch in our hand we're looking for.
What if it's simply that the meaning of life is for us to create that meaning ourselves? To build our own purpose, brick by brick, experience by experience, and sharing that passion with the rest of the world.
Maybe the meaning of life is to be meaningful.