555 Days Towards Level 9000: Day 68.
Time Awake: 8:26 a.m.
Yesterday at work I trained a newer employee in some particular tasks. He walked over to me, I extended my hand, shook his and said, “I’m Michael. Life is meaningless. Let’s get started.”
The phrase was dark. Maybe a little snarky. If the employee was shaken, he gave no indication. He excelled at what he was learning and continued to seek me out for the rest of his shift.
The real reason I said “Life is meaningless” is because a co-worker dared me to say as much. And I got a dollar out of it.
The phrase, “Life is meaningless” stayed with me for the rest of the day and was a great point of quiet contemplation. Because it is a phrase that is both true and not true.
Life is meaningless in the sense that there is no set meaning for it. We are never given a manual to study and digest that outlines exactly what meaning we are to give to existence and to strive for. There are movies such as Monty Python’s “Meaning of Life” (Hats. The meaning of Life is Hats. People aren’t wearing enough of them.), but those are interpretations.
Thus, the flip, that Life is not meaningless when we assign our personal meaning to it. We choose. We decide what we value, what we strive for and what gives Life its purpose.
Each of us, in our own way, for our own lives. And no two lives have the exact same meaning. It’s just not possible, since each person is so different.
Life isn’t always perfect, but we each know what brings us joy. Our goal is to strive to do those things, live in those ways.
(P.S.: Focus, camera, focus!)