The Meaning of Life

There are an infinite number of meanings to life.  Which also kinda means life has no meaning.  (Effin’ spiritual paradoxes, amiright?)

You could say the point of life is to wake up, to remember who we really are, and what we came here to do.  But then wouldn’t the meaning be in doing those things we came here to do?  And once our things are done being did…then where would the meaning lie?

The meaning of life is whatever we decide we want it to be.  It’s whatever we’re focusing on, in every moment, for all of infinity.

The meaning of life is that killer sandwich you had for lunch.  The meaning of life is me missing two bus transfers by seconds today.  The meaning of life is that person falling in love with the beautiful human who farts in their sleep.  The meaning of life is 42.  The meaning of life is feeling a little lost.  The meaning of life is that hilarious text my sister sent me this afternoon.  The meaning of life is writing about the meaning of life.  The meaning of life is frozen yogurt and IPA.  (Not at the same time.  Obv.)

Life is inherently meaningful, flavored by whatever’s being looked at, in every moment, for all of infinity.

The meaning of life is up to you.

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