I keep hearing about how important it is to find purpose in life, and that not having a purpose is a terrible thing to be avoided at all costs. The idea that there might not be a point to all this is seen as something too horrific to even consider… But who says there has to be a point? Who says there has to be a purpose? Maybe we’re just here… to be here.
Like the great Rush song says, “Why are we here? Because we’re here. Roll the bones. Why does it happen? Because it happens. Roll the bones.”
I’ve thought and thought about this. If it turns out that life is pointless, it really doesn’t make me feel any worse… or any better for that matter. I’m fine with it. The universe is a big place and we’re kind of small. So it’s entirely possible the universe doesn’t give a squat about what some barely evolved primates have decided is oh so important.
In fact, if there IS a point, then we’ve got to worry about figuring out what it is, and then when we think we’ve got it figured out, we’ve got to worry if we’ve missed it or got the wrong one. And if someone else has figured out a different point, then we’ve got to fight and argue and have wars about who’s right.
Maybe it’s better if everything is pointless, because then we can just spend our time enjoying the ride for what it is: a ride.
The preceding was brought to you by the hot steaming cup of coffee I just drank.