Meaning

From my time in ap English I’ve learned that many of the best writers we learn about have their own definition for the meaning of life; some of them take a darker look on it, going as far to say that life consists of “futile attempts” (woolf). Everyone is entitled to their own opinion but spending your free time trying to crack the meaning of life will leave you frustrated with more questions than answers, these writers got caught up in what life meant for them and when they only experienced what they thought life actually meant... its dissapointed them.

I couldn’t help but notice the majority of the passages assigned to us for homework that I actually enjoyed reading were from critically acclaimed writers; and besides their mastery over text and voice, they all had one thing in common... depression and or had committed suicide. This got me thinking one night as to why exactly these brilliant writers were such tormented souls and the only answer I could think of was that they spent their lives searching for the meaning in life that we all chose to ignore, and once they actually found it they were dissatisfied. 

Personally, I believe that trying to find the meaning of life is the same as trying to explain a rainbow to the blind... pointless. People waste their time trying to answer every question possible that they don’t stop and think maybe the meaning is in the thinking and not in the answer; now let me explain myself on that last part because we got a little vague on accident, what I meant to say wasn’t the ageless cliche of the adventure being in the journey and not the destination with a little ap flare. But to characterize on the fact that there isn’t one answer for everything; life isn’t hiding the meaning, you give it the meaning with everything you do.

People are terrified to die without achieving their lifelong goals because they believe that doing this will immortalize their cruicible through life. but I ask you loyal reader if I gave you a century to live your life, would you spend it trying to achieve some goal that will be meaningless once you’re gone? Or will you enjoy it doing whatever made you happy; knowing that once your time comes, you did everything you could and have no regrets. People view death as this looming force just waiting to pull the rug out from under us, but the fact that our days are numbered is what gives life its beauty. We’re forced to enjoy this life and everything that comes with it whenever we can because we never know when our past day will actually be; in some ways it’s a divine gift to never waste your time looking for answers you’ll never find, and to just sit back and realize this is water.