Meaning Less?
Some would say that life is what we make it.
That we keep walking because the meaning is in the journey. Even those who believe in a happy destination have such views.
I have an inclination towards that view.
Of course, if the only destination is death, then the point has to be in the journey.
The point is to see the good in my labour, and enjoy it. To be happy in my activities is the only meaning to be gleaned.
Which is all well and good when those activities have a result.
But mine don’t seem to.
Take today for instance, I did alot of things…. I listened to some podcasts, I played some xbox, I watched a movie, I recorded the song I wrote yesterday.
Yet, it seems like it is all in vain.
I didn’t earn any money.
I didn’t contribute to society, at least not in any kind of important way. Sure a dozen people might listen to the song I recorded when it is released, but maybe they won’t.
It’d be okay if things balanced out. If for every time something in my life was torn down another thing was built up. If the weeping was balanced out by the laughing.
But it seems like for me it is always time to mourn.
Like it is always time to tear apart.
Like it is always time for hate.
Just once I’d like it to be time for love.
Nice..I love the manner layers of ecclesiastes references. Best book in the world.
I think you have a fair point…there does need to be meaning in your labour. i personally find purpose in my own personal ‘crusades’. For some people that’s evangelism, for others it’s the environment, for others it’s socialism etc etc. Still others it’s the crusade to get rich.
Perhaps there is a crusade that you could embark upon.
Dude, hang in there. You have a long journey ahead of you. You sound a lot like I did when I was your age. Guess what? It doesn’t get better. But still, we stay with it and contribute the best we can. Try to take love from all the little “meaningless” things you do. It’s another day in paradise – the only one we’ll ever have.