“If life—the craving for which is the very
essence of our being—were possessed of any positive intrinsic value, there would
be no such thing as boredom at all: mere existence would satisfy us in itself,
and we would want for nothing.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer (1788–1860)
The meaning of life is to find
meaning in life: some overriding purpose that gives us drive, tenacity for
living, and a passion for simply breathing. And breathing is inherently part of
our purpose, simple as that might seem. What a privilege to some it is to
simply breathe!
There is a great amount of truth
in the above quote, but only if we strip all the pain and suffering we endure
away in order to find the precious ore beneath the tailings of life. In the
refining of this ore we come face-to-face with the wonder of existing, if
incredibly on the cusp of time itself.
Think about the present moment. It
is but a continual instant, fleeting in nature, but never more significant as
we find God Almighty pressing in, within infinite measures, in every way, every
day.
The present moment is a phenomenon
so resplendently simple, yet wondrously difficult to comprehend. We try and
catch it, enjoy it, make the most of it, and still we fail. We are asking too
much of existence. We can’t grasp it. It’s too dynamic.
All the wonder in the entire
universe is wrapped up in the day—in the present moment—as it is displayed—the
glory of God—eternally.
Finding something to live for in
the context of what we are discussing isn’t hard, if we have a will to live; to
believe beyond sight that there is hope enough to swallow us whole in the
divinity of virtue—love, joy and peace.
What is life if we have not found
something to live for? The best news: that answer lies ahead of us; joy,
triumph, meaning.
And if we are bemused about the
purpose of life, and for the life of us cannot find it, we should break life
down to look at the simplest of portions: the proverbial sunset, the
never-ending motion of time, the sprouting of seed sown in the ground, and even
the power in a natural disaster.
There is purpose in life when we
consider we are alive, and though it sounds simple, we exist for a reason, and
our job is to find out that reason, and not give up in the seeking and
searching out process.
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The meaning of life is to find
meaning in life: some overriding purpose that gives us drive, tenacity for
living, and a passion for simply breathing.
© 2013 S. J. Wickham.
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