Yesterday, I walked into the Student Union building at my college. Proceeding up the stairs to the second floor to do some recreational reading, I come about two friends who, coincidentally, had just mentioned my name seconds prior.
They said, “Mark! No way, we were just talking about you. We were asking one another ‘what’s the meaning of life’, and after talking for a bit and coming to no conclusion, we joked ‘I bet Mark would know’.”
I was flattered by the statement, but then immediately proceeded to quickly and deeply think of a simple answer to suffice their curious and kind statement directed towards me.
The first thing I said is “the meaning of life is to not think about it”, and later added “I think religion is a good and absolute answer for that question”. I wish I would’ve been quick enough to also add on Marcus Cicero’s statement on the header of this very website, “we are not born for ourselves alone”.
My friends seemed to consider deeply my two responses, although I know that they must’ve also pondered and arrived at, at one point or another in their lives, the answers I’d quickly polished off. My responses left me discontent with my own answer.
This forced me to think of the meaning of life – why we do all this. And to be frank, I still don’t know.
As such, I’d like to transfer this question to any of the few readers I have of this blog post – I’d like to ask, if you’re reading this, what do you think the meaning to life is?
Lets discuss in the comments below, and I’ll be sure to thoughtfully reply if you do happen to leave a response.