The world is ending.
Slowly, I know, and I'm sure I won't be here when it does, but this unavoidable fact can't help but pose the question "what's the point?" if it is all going to end anyway.
I've come to the conclusion that, in order to really be different, in any significant sense, you must make a difference in this world. Otherwise, you die in the same way as everyone else: unremembered. And yes, perhaps there will be flowers on your gravestone for a while, or a plaque with your name engraved in it put on a bench somewhere nearby, but in the grand scheme of things, you'll be forgotten. Chances are, you're not a Gandhi.
You see, for the majority of us, our lives are led feeling relatively unfulfilled, constantly comparing ourselves to the handful of people who've roamed this planet who, by one miracle or another, have managed to be remembered through history. These people remind us how plain our lives are. They make us feel inadequate and somewhat envious of their one defining feature - significance - regardless of how they achieved it. So we are left, longing for a purpose, hungry to find what these admirable few have somehow grasped so easily.
But in this process of desperation and desire to achieve the remembrance we so dearly crave, we forget to live our own lives. We end up bumbling through our simple existences, searching for a purpose or calling, until one day, we cease to exist any longer. We happily waste our one chance (or one of our chances, depending on how you look at it) on this planet, searching for something that, in most cases, is unattainable.We die without a point. And life lives on.
The thing is, I believe the answer is already in there. Life is so complex and inexplicable that there is no way that anyone could even comprehend a reasonable solution to That Big Question. The only logical explanation that I can give to it, a question which is so central to the basis of all our lives, is exactly that.
There is no point. Maybe our purpose is simply to realise that, and enjoy the ride. See where it takes us. The lucky few get remembered, and rest of us are left to simply ride our wave until it breaks like all the others, lapping silently on the shore of this massive ocean.
The world is ending - stop looking for answers and start riding your wave.
The world is ending - stop looking for answers and start riding your wave.
