The Life of Meaning
Fear not comrades, for this title needs no rearrangement. The Life of Meaning proposes an alternative to the ever-so-topical question of our existence. By flirting with the bottom of your screen, you’ll notice but a few paragraphs. Paragraphs that answer the supposed unanswerable. Easily. Simply. It’s all about sequence of events…
In life, things happen. Whether they happen by choice or not, they definitely happen. And only after they’ve happened, do we have the time and resources to add meaning. To think. Really f*cking think. Think the sh*t out of it. In fact, we think so much that we’ve come up with new words just to cover up just how much thinking we do. We analyse. Assess. Obsess. Compare and contrast. Pull apart, rearrange and piece back together. Stew. Ponder. Mull it over. Chew it over. Spit it out then sleep on it. Contextualise it. Draw graphs with it. Do-whatever-we-want with it. Reflect. Consider. Reconsider. Then consider re-considering. Brainstorm. Namestorm. Actually, that was lamestorm. It’s all the ruddy samestorm.
And then, because our thinking pockets are only yay deep, we all-too-suddenly conjure a thought collision. “Hey, hang on a sec, that reminds me of this other ‘thing’ that once ‘happened’”. And low and behold, a coincidence is born. Cue a considered re-considering of all thoughts previous. And the dog keeps chasing its tail… Woof.
To avoid this self-effacing cycle of migraines and sleepless nights, we must remember one thing: We add meaning after the event. Up until then, we can be wondrously ignorant. Take a car crash, for example. Prior to the crash, we don’t think about insurance claims, courtesy cars, or whether we got them as good as they got us. Not until that event actually happens. Not until the crash has been and gone. And guess what? Life is yet to come and go. It’s happening. Happening now. Happening right this second. This blog is a part of it. I’m a part of it. Alive. More alive than it’s ever been. Pristine and pulsating. It’s the car that’s yet to be hit. So until that day comes; turn up the stereo, and think about how good it feels to be moving. To have a purpose. A destination. A goal. A life. F*ck the meaning. We’ll deal with that later.