Truly, what is it that is there for us as humans?
Is it life or strive, Love or money? The right answer to the questions? And why can't we figure it out? Considering we only use 10% of our brains to think, I don't think that we were made to find the answer.
Everything is relative. That's what I get for watching the night sky two nights in a row. Two shooting stars and a satellite. It seems that the more I look at the sky, the less confused I become even though space is infinitely more confusing and vast. It makes me feel so small. But small compared to what? It's relative I suppose. I'm relatively small to the world. The world is relatively small compared to space. Space is what? There is nothing we can find relative to space because we don't know. Language is relative. People are relative. Size is relative. But relative to what?
And what about those stars? I wish I was as beautiful as a star. They're so small relative to their place in space to us, but they're huge and when I look at the sky and it seems flat, I look from star to star and see that it just keeps going. And that satellite? It keeps going. And those shooting stars, how long have they been going? Seconds or hours or years, just to be seen for a moment? And then, poof, they're gone. It's lovely to see from here, at a distance, but up there it's a disaster. A giant rock speeding and disintegrating into nothingness, but not here.
Time, it always moves. But for how long? Time can't be relative to itself. So how long has what been where? And how long is so long to wait? Can it freeze like in our imaginations without us knowing it? Or can things be faster than we can be? Isn't that relative? Hummingbirds must wonder why we're so slow. And they can't talk, so is knowledge relative as well? Or is it process? Or ability? Or language?
And then what about maturity? It's relative, too I suppose. But to what? The adults? They're almost as childish as they once were, only more knowledgeable. So would maturity be relative to knowledge? Like those little kids who are so genius, will they have a childhood that they want or the childhood that someone believes that they need? Relative. So does this mean that love can be relative as well?
The meaning of life is not to keep looking for a meaning. It is not 42. It is not to get as much money as you can. It is not to be the best. It is not to follow "like a sheep" as the Doll House states. It is not to wander around without a meaning. The meaning is to find happiness in what you do. Be it love, people, art, stars, books, technology, imagination, money; all it has to do is make you happy about what it is that you are doing. And happiness is relative to the person that feels it.
Is it life or strive, Love or money? The right answer to the questions? And why can't we figure it out? Considering we only use 10% of our brains to think, I don't think that we were made to find the answer.
Everything is relative. That's what I get for watching the night sky two nights in a row. Two shooting stars and a satellite. It seems that the more I look at the sky, the less confused I become even though space is infinitely more confusing and vast. It makes me feel so small. But small compared to what? It's relative I suppose. I'm relatively small to the world. The world is relatively small compared to space. Space is what? There is nothing we can find relative to space because we don't know. Language is relative. People are relative. Size is relative. But relative to what?
And what about those stars? I wish I was as beautiful as a star. They're so small relative to their place in space to us, but they're huge and when I look at the sky and it seems flat, I look from star to star and see that it just keeps going. And that satellite? It keeps going. And those shooting stars, how long have they been going? Seconds or hours or years, just to be seen for a moment? And then, poof, they're gone. It's lovely to see from here, at a distance, but up there it's a disaster. A giant rock speeding and disintegrating into nothingness, but not here.
Time, it always moves. But for how long? Time can't be relative to itself. So how long has what been where? And how long is so long to wait? Can it freeze like in our imaginations without us knowing it? Or can things be faster than we can be? Isn't that relative? Hummingbirds must wonder why we're so slow. And they can't talk, so is knowledge relative as well? Or is it process? Or ability? Or language?
And then what about maturity? It's relative, too I suppose. But to what? The adults? They're almost as childish as they once were, only more knowledgeable. So would maturity be relative to knowledge? Like those little kids who are so genius, will they have a childhood that they want or the childhood that someone believes that they need? Relative. So does this mean that love can be relative as well?
The meaning of life is not to keep looking for a meaning. It is not 42. It is not to get as much money as you can. It is not to be the best. It is not to follow "like a sheep" as the Doll House states. It is not to wander around without a meaning. The meaning is to find happiness in what you do. Be it love, people, art, stars, books, technology, imagination, money; all it has to do is make you happy about what it is that you are doing. And happiness is relative to the person that feels it.
