What it’s all about

Ever since I was very young… well, to be honest, I wanted to be an adult. I enjoyed kid stuff, but I wanted to contribute, to matter. And so, ever since I was very young, I wanted to know what the purpose of all this is. Specifically, I have always had the sense it’s not random that we’re here—it must be for something.

I have tried to learn so I might learn The Truth. Moreover, I’ve tried to pursue worthwhile endeavors and be in good shape, physically and mentally, just in case I need to be available to act. To quote a young Bono, tho, “I still haven’t found what I’m looking for” (Evidently he doesn’t have the same issue about ending sentences with prepositions as me).

Anyway, I think I was consciously or unconsciously taught that girls know more about life than boys. So, at some point, I asked a girl, “What’s the meaning of life?” Because she was from another country AND female, this was a twofer as far as I could tell. She thought for a minute, then replied, “To be happy.”

I’ve thought about that numerous times. On one hand, I simply disagree. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had the sense that we’re here for some kind of grand — or at least meaningful — purpose. Following our bliss ain’t it. That’s so flat, so empty.

And so, I found that I didn’t really believe girls were smarter. To be honest, a lot of the time, I got the impression we were monkeys in pants. But there has to be more to it than that. I’m not sure what exactly, but something!

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