What Is The Meaning Of Life?

Indeed a very curious question. I have no answers that can be written in script from on high and perhaps the answers that I have found are the wrong ones. I have watched many live life’s of relatively safe obscurity, going from birth to death without collecting the scars and hurts of a more adventurous life. But they also have no memories of mountains climbed, stolen moments of pure passion, faraway beaches, love won and lost, victories celebrated, defeats endured. It seems to be an entire unsatisfactory way to live.

So what then, is the meaning of it all. I think perhaps the meaning is to live it and live it well. To experience all the incredible capacity for romance and wonder that the benevolent being has thrown before us. To develop the mind that has been given us, to use it to explore, to dream, to risk, to venture, to create. To enjoy the cornucopia of beauty, in nature, in words, in music, to watch sunsets, stare at the crashing surf in amazed and amused wonderment. To win victories, to suffer defeats, bind the wounds and enjoy the wonder of achievement.

And most of all, I think to celebrate the inborn sensuality we were born with and given as what I think is perhaps a prelude to any sort of heaven that may exist. The sex drive and appreciation of each other that we were given is I think a gift – one misunderstood and misused by most – either denied and turned into some “inset part A into slot B” procreation rite, or a sweaty twisted pile with someone whose name we won’t recall in the morning. Both I think are equally wrong. But when it’s a melding of minds and bodies, both there for the same reasons, the same pleasures. Searching, exploring, enjoying, then perhaps we have some idea of why we were given these bodies and these minds in the first damn place. Why is there wine if not to drink it, music if not to play it?

The only answer I have to it all is that life is to live, to experience and to enjoy. The defeats with the passing of time are almost as sweet as the victories. The music and the poetry recalled long after the sweat and the blood have dried and faded – the memory of lovers joined through body and mind, eyes locking souls together tighter than the bodies ever could remain long after the ending.

Live is to live, to celebrate, to risk, to dance, to make love, to not just listen to the music but be a part of it

But that’s just me

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