The meaning of life has been debated for centuries since our brains could deliberate such concepts. Why are we here? What is right and wrong? What are we supposed to do? What’s the point? Why the hell am I here? What about my dog?
Some would say it is solely to have a good time, to have sex and make money, find your dream career, to get married and raise a family, pay taxes and slave away at a job until you die, et cetera. Everyone has some kind of idea in their head, but nobody really seems to know for sure (they will say they know for sure, but don’t listen to anyone who thinks they have guarantees because those who guarantee know the least).
Some think that there is a reason grander than us, while others believe we are nothing but a jumble of atoms and stardust that got “lucky” enough to randomly come together to evolve and create our destructive species for no reason at all. Just soulless beings here for no reason to just die and cease to exist.
There are a few questions that come to mind when we consider both points—on the one hand you have the belief that it is all random. Everything we see and experience around us is nothing more than a lucky spark of life and evolution that exploded into existence. Everything from the way humans and animals have developed to the man-made and natural that has come to exist. How can such a complicated and vast Universe be created by random? Under what conditions could this have been made possible on it’s own? How could a world like this just mindlessly and unpurposefully just come to be? Why did it evolve this way and not in a completely different way? Wouldn’t you think it could be far more than just happenstance?
Then we have the possibility of purpose. A purpose first implies that there is something or someone behind it. Who or what could this be? Some would say there is some guy in the sky while others say that it’s more of an energy rather than an entity. An energy all around us and within us. This other energy is without one particular form as it is everything instead that we all come from—God vs Source or “God” energy. But who created that then? Also, if we are referring to God then would there not be a Goddess? A feminine energy to help in baring the world as a man cannot do it alone God or not, I would imagine. Who then created the creator who created the creator of the creator? This also implies that the world is only a couple thousand years old which definitely is not the case. I don’t believe that there is a vengeful ruler, personally, but I am not here to judge anyone’s beliefs—just here to learn and speculate.
Now we have Source energy. Some would suggest that there is a source energy that has always been and always will be—that we are all-knowing souls living a human existence, and we all came from this source. We are all one, and we are each a piece of this source broken off that needs to return to the natural state of love that gets corrupted with time from birth. So then why did this “source” create us? How did it come to be? Why did it come to be this way? How does it work? Some say that perhaps we are the Universe getting to know itself—that we came here to learn. At the same time, though, we are supposed to be all-knowing beings, so why would we need to come here to learn if we supposedly already know everything there is to know? Are we not as knowledgeable as we thought? Or are we here for other reasons? Could we possibly be continuously reincarnating souls that come here to learn new things? If we are, then what are we learning?
Perhaps we evolve on a soul level, too, rather than purely evolving on the material level. Perhaps we have lost the way and have to relearn our true ways. We may all have different reasons for coming here—different purposes whether it be inspiring the masses with music or dedicating your life to end world hunger. Perhaps all of those micro purposes come together then for an even greater purpose for the macro that we all share and work towards—a world of unconditional love and peace for all. By all I really do mean all.
We cannot guarantee anything—not even ourselves, but the one thing we can count on is love. There is no other way—nothing else to work for. Love can look like many things. Whether it be a mother’s love for her child, a vocalist pouring passion into his/her music, a painter spreading love across the canvas with each stroke, it all translates into acts of love for yourself and everything within and without the Universe. Love is the reason we do things if we are a normal functioning human being. That’s why I write for this blog after all even if nobody reads it.
With all of the killing, starvation, slavery, hate, et cetera there is a clear need for more love and spiritual evolution. We are evolving too quickly materially, but we are not catching up enough spiritually. All of the suffering ailing humanity can trace back to an overabundance of material advancement in a world where people are not spiritually evolved enough to handle that without using that material “success” to harm another. We don’t need bigger bombs we need bigger hearts. More loving rather than more hating. Once we evolve our souls, hearts, and minds then we may finally overcome humanity’s myriad shortcomings.
So then I would perhaps come to the conclusion that the meaning of life is simply to love unconditionally. Do we really have to have a who or what? Does it really matter all that much here? That part only matters when you reach the end. Perhaps love is all we really need, and all we really need to know. If we needed to know right now then I would imagine we would know. If we come in knowing too much it ruins the movie—the mystery. You don’t learn shit if you come in with the preconceived idea that you already know everything. Just do all things with love and compassion for the macro and you will begin to find your way to your personal micro.