at the end of the day, nothing really matters, but we make it matter during the course of our lives. i think…
Maybe that’s really the point of life, to give it meaning?
We give things that really have no meaning, meaning. Maybe that’s the lesson of life – to see how much we can make meaningful. Maybe the whole purpose of this life is just to define things as meaningful.
Meaning essentially is how we define, how we apply thought, human reason and emotion – comfort, like, love, expression of character – to mould a concept into a representative idea – maybe thats what our life is about? Being aware – being alive to interpret the world around you and feel it enough to make it mean something to you personally – maybe life is purely for the individual?
What does the experiences, things in life mean to you – maybe its this and more – maybe its making emotion a fundamental ingredient in this definition?
i don’t think pue logical reasoning is important, for i think all this has been done for us, all nature is already the inventor of methods – its the genius chemist. i dont think we’re here to invent – but interpret.
But who really knows?
you must know?