At present, upon my chair I sit, waiting, pondering, preoccupied by what it means to be alive. What purpose does my person serve? What is the meaning of my existence? Scholars have looked to this with a restful calm. Several meanings have been thought, debated and overlooked.
Some say the meaning of life is to make the world we live upon better than before we lived on it. As noble a statement as this is, it fails. Unless we have lived a life of but servitude to nature and with it non-materialistic consumption. We have failed in our endeavors. Each of us consumes the resources that sustain life in all its total. It is impossible to improve when we take that which is all.
Some will say, live a life that is True. Alas, what is true to one man, may not be true to another. As I a man who knows not his purpose or his existence, but lives it on a daily basis, I often wonder what is true and what is not. Textbook after Textbook, novel after novel, I have but a library of knowledge that I cannot justify as I have not justified truth.
One must wonder if there is a pattern to life. Meditation is one thing, that may in fact lead to the answers, if not to all, then to one.
I look to Descartes on my days of questions, does his lack of knowing mean there is an answer in his world.
Study is necessary, thus my study will continue.