What is the meaning of life? I’ve been asking myself this question for all my life. I don’t think there is a correct answer to that. However, one can make assumptions that may lead to a possible answer. As I mentioned above, I did ask questions, actually a lot of them. In this blog post, I’m going to tell you what answers I did or did not find.
Fist observe, then ask questions
What I love to do when I’m alone in public, I love to observe life, not just people, but life in general. Trees, bees, humans, animals, rivers – those things are incredibly beautiful, not only that but also strangely similar.
One afternoon, I was sitting in front of a restaurant enjoying an espresso, I noticed a bee that was trying to reach the top of a flower. However, he was weak. One of his little legs was missing and he was slowly making his way up. I observed this little fella for a while, but as usual, my thoughts were drifting away.
Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by another bee that was flying right towards the flower. He landed right on the flower and pollinated it, while the weak bee was falling down the stalk. He probably died that day and I was thinking to myself, wow this world is unfair. But is it?
What is the meaning of life?
The first conclusion I had was – Life is not designed to be fair to you, it is designed to make you fail. But why is it so important to fail? Think about the time you learned to write, it took you years to master, but in the long run, you’ve got the hang of it. In the process of learning how to write, you probably failed a lot. However, writing was not the only skill you developed during that time, your brain was wired in a whole new way. You had to improve yourself in order to learn this particular skill.
Now, assume you hadn’t failed in the process, assume you just acquire that skill without even failing once. Do you think you would have been a better person than that kid next to you who failed over and over again until he finally managed to master it? No, of course not.
To bee or not to bee
Now let’s get back to that bee I saw. Let’s assume that bee, that fell down, survived, his leg healed and he’d managed to come back to this particular flower. He would try once again to pollinate the flower and with the lessons, he’d learned from his past experiences, he probably made it.
We are destined to fail.
I think the purpose of life is to fail. With no failure there is no improvement and improvement is something that life does all the time. I like to think of the big bang as god’s first failure. Everything that came after that, has been a streak of failures and improvements. Therefore, I think one possible answer to that question in the title could be – FAILURE.