When I was a young kid in the 60s, I recall constantly hearing references to that noble question. “What is the meaning of my life” Then came Reaganomics, and the “He who dies with the most toys wins,” mentality, greed is good, and never look back, and the question disappeared from the public stage.
Seems to me in these days that promise to be increasingly trying, faster than any of us dares think, I think the question is worth taking up again.
So seriously, what is the meaning of your life?
What is the purpose your days that are fleeting as the sands running through an hour-glass?
We have our dreams and plans for the future, but as John said, life is what happens to you, while you’re busy making plans. Then it becomes our past. Glories and failures and everything in-between, done, unchangeable, part of who you are, no matter how one choses to deal with it. Which leaves us with navigating our todays.
And here we must find meaning.
What gives your life meaning to you?
How does moving through your day to day, feel to you?
When you go to bed at night, do your thoughts ease you into sleep, or do you wrestle with the day, reliving its tensions until the dawn arrives?
Of course, no two nights, or days, are the same, turn around.
We look in the mirror and face our own aging,
why does our mind not recognize the aging that our bodies experience with the decades.
Are you confident about the future?
Or does the future terrify you?
How do we deal with our inner sense and feelings,
verses our exterior projection,
and doing what we need to do to succeed during that particular day, that was.
Then we get up and do it again.
What keeps you going? What justifies your existence?
Who are you?
Philosophy with a bite.
Just for conversation sake.