I don’t know what the meaning of life is, nor do I really know what life as a general statement is. I can give you the dictionary definition of life; google defines it as the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death. So I guess, I’m living life right now, and you are living life right now as well; the plants outside my window are living life because they are organic matter. But, what is the true meaning of life?
I still have yet to figure that out actually. I have not even the slightest clue as to what life means, mostly because when I ask various people what life means to them their answer will differ from the conclusion I will eventually reach. One man may say that the meaning of life is to work, always work until the day you die or are no longer able to work. Another man may say that in order to live, you must love. Perhaps another will say that life has no meaning that it just is. But another man could come to answer my question with a question. What is life? How can life be “lived” if we are “living” it?\
I’ve come across many people in my short lifetime, some sad, some mad. I’ve met people happy with the world, and I’ve met people so blinded by anger that nothing else ever matters but that one thing that is making them upset, angered, and hurt.
So I really haven’t come to a real conclusive answer as to what is the meaning of life? I have only the answers to questions I asked, and even those are vague and subject to change in the future.
I don’t know the answer to life, ask me later when I have things more put together and more answers in my database. Then maybe I can answer the question properly for you.