I’ve not wondered about this question for a long time. Why? I used to think about it a lot.
This morning I stumbled across this medium post about a book I read ages ago, Viktor Frankl’s book ‘Mans search for meaning’. Sjoh this was such an intense yet brilliant book.
We need to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who [are] being questioned by life — daily and hourly. Our answer must consist, not in talk and meditation, but in right action and right conduct. Life ultimately means the responsibility to find the right answers to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual. – Viktor Frankl
My meaning is what I make it. Other can have other meaning. There is no one meaning to life for all humans. This brings me back to this quote from one of my other favorite teachers:
Back to Viktor, the author of the post writes “Nothing contributes more to the feeling of a meaningless existence than boredom, and nothing counters feelings of boredom better than having a specific mission to carry out in one’s life. In this respect, Frankl was fond of quoting Nietzsche’s famous passage that “He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how.” Finding one’s ‘why’ was, according to Frankl, the best way to live a meaningful and therefore fulfilling life.”
I agree 100%