From what I have been pondering about for about 20 mins, not that long to the philosophers of old or new times. From the trials and tribulations of the people in the past, to the future the world seems to have answers, but in not a way we want.

The meaning of life is not easy to find nor is it complex, it is something that we all look for, a chance to understand the reasons to why we even exist. I think that is the very thing that is the meaning of life. Just existence but to have the humility that we recognize that our existence is not in the mind of anything beyond the conceptions of our immediate existence. We have a chance to be better as a whole but seems to have a desire to have a sense of being. This is a foolish arrand I think, to matter to the universe we are to be creators of life and wonder.

So, to me the meaning of life is that itself, the meaning is to be the meaning. Umm what I mean is that we don’t matter to the bacterium living in the craters of the moon. We have no reason to think that a creature that exist beyond our solar system would consider us to be more than a afterthought. That would make me think that anyone who has anything other than that thought would have a complex of superiority. We are not important and we are not here for a long time, frankly even other species that have hold this land for millions of years, they are not a significant being in any way. So, the meaning of life is the very thing that is at the end of life. Death. The meaning of life is to die, die with the few memories that might live on in others for their life. Then that is it, even in the writings of history and the things we call great text, they all mean death. The end of its creators, the hope a being exist that accepts us after death, that we are not to end in our lives in importance but accept that it is not for us to be remembered in any way. To be forgotten is our existence and the meaning is to the very same thing. We are not to be remembered, we are not meant to matter, we are simply meant to exist within our timelines and accept we are not much more.

It is not a sad thing, it is not a happy thing, just the truth, the realty of existence is to die, nothing more and nothing less. Once we accept that, then for the time to the end of our beings, they are times in paradise.

My Thoughts At Least.

Much Love

Until Later

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.