The Meaning of Life

Been a while since I posted something here. Have generally been occupied with something new that caught my fancy. It still has my fancy but nevertheless today, it does not seem to be enough and my thoughts come back to "Does Life have a meaning?"

One distinguished socio scientist once said "Life is meaningless. And it is meaningless that it is meaningless."

These words, though they sound trite, are pretty profound.

For, no matter what theists of whatever religion may say about how we have been born to achieve a greater purpose and our objective should be to attain heaven, or moksha, or nirvaa etc. I have never been able to convince myself of the validity of such a proposition. Personally, I find a lot of things incredible. It is incredible that ours is the only planet which has life. Why is it incredible? Because the probability of our planet being exclusive in any sense other than cartological coordinates has to be 1 in god knows how many million or even billion. But, I am meandering. The point is that, given that we are such low probability events per se, to ascribe a greater meaning to our existence seems to border on sheer megalomania.

Having said that, I would not accord a value judgement to the statement above. Jean Paul Sartre has summed it up beautifully when he said, "I exist, therefore I am". Wishing it away won't change things. And a lot of us who wish life would end tonight (this probably includes myself at some points in time as well), either lack the courage or the energy to bring this situation to pass (believe you me suicide takes a good amount of both!).

The same socio scientist suggested that this lack of meaning is actually good, because it allows you to give it whatever meaning you choose to. Including the one I choose to give it right now which is, that it is a fact that life has no meaning!!!!