The meaning of life
I remember when an entomologist 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 handed to us on a silver platter. Maybe that is why we never find it. We might be looking in the wrong place.
Perhaps we already hold the solution without realizing it. Like using a torch to search for something, without noticing that the torch itself is the thing we are trying to find.
What if the meaning of life is simply to create meaning ourselves. To build our own purpose, brick by brick, experience by experience, and share that spark with the rest of the world.
Maybe the meaning of life is to be meaningful.