I’ve talked about the meaning of life before.

For years the whole thing didn’t mean anything to me and I couldn’t care less.

Then I started to believe in cool, inspiring meanings for quite some time.

After that, I realized that we can never really know.

And now I’ve come to a new conclusion, or answer, to that philosophical question.

If you ask me ‘What’s the meaning of life?’, I’d say

Everything.

Everything we can hope for.

Everything we can believe in.

Everything we can be afraid of.

Everything we can turn into popular Instagram quotes.

And even the possibility to deny the existence of any meaning, like ‘we’re just born and then we die and it’s simply fucked up’.

The meaning of life is whatever we can imagine and believe in, and nothing is excluded.

It’s infinite creation.

It’s whatever feels lofty and delicious and inspiring.

It’s whatever we can deem unfair and cruel and puzzling.

And it’s also whatever seems mundane, very ordinary, and not really a big deal.

The meaning of life is whatever arises, whatever’s experienced.

From loving the whole notion of a meaning, to profoundly hating it.

From the idea of lessons we have to learn and karma and dharma, to the conclusion that it’s all just darkness and suffering.

That’s what it is.

Everything.

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