I woke up this morning asking, "What, by the way, again, is the meaning of life?"
If life's meaning is the search for its meaning, then such conception will render many lives
meaningless. For many people have or had never spent any part of their
life attempting to find the meaning, if any, of life. What are we to say, for instance, of children who have special conditions (i.e., profound mental disorders)? Of people who are unphilosophical? Of those who wouldn't care to think about life's meaning? Such elitist conception of life's meaning exclusively applies only to those who search for life's meaning. Would you agree that those who do not seek it are living a less meaningful, if not totally senseless, life?
I wonder, not all the time though, what, if any, it really is.
Perhaps, the meaning of life is simply the manner by which it is lived. But what are the implications of my meaning? Whether or not one is capable of independent living and choice-making, the meaning of life remains how life is lived? Hhmn. I'll think some more about this matter. Perhaps, it will also be good to answer the issue, What ought to be the purpose of living? To this my tentative answer is: to enjoy life and to maximize our happiness. That is to say, the purpose of life is a well-lived life. But what kind of happiness should we chase?
And what counts as a well-lived life? One where misery had been kept at bay most, if not all, the time? But what is misery? Hahaha. I should stop now.
I'm supposed to be just saying hello. I've been out not blogging for a long time. It's nice to be back. I'll have my breakfast now.
