What is this meaning of life? I find this question meaningless, as it makes a series of assumptions. One assumption made is that life has purpose, and the purpose can be ascertained. Purpose in life implies intent, and intent implies a creator, and this moves the meaningless existence up one level. Would it not imply that the creator’s existence is simply meaningless, as meaning is only derived if the object is created? Theists would mainly object, and certainly now may they see why I object to the assertion that existence without purpose is meaningless.

Desiring meaning in life beyond what we make of it undermines the adventure of making our own. We are matter conscious of itself as a result of physics, chemistry, and evolution. We are given such a short period of time to learn and figure out how we, as matter, came to be aware of itself, how we function with the universe, and how the universe, itself, functions. Eventually we die as individuals, hopefully successful enough to pass on our genes as well as our ideas, but even that will come to an end.

With this knowledge, why continue to exist? Why not end our lives now? That line of reasoning is bizarre, while our existence as individuals, and as a species, is certainly temporary, we can spend the short period of time, as individuals, to learn how it all came to be, and perhaps how it all may end, for mere pleasure as the main goal. My existence and the existence of my species may not be permanent, but I currently have the capacity to experience a wide array of emotions, and it’s best not to let that go to waste. I am going to die eventually, just not now, so why not worry about that later when it becomes more relevant and just enjoy the ride for what it is?