I used to find the question of “the meaning of life” very hard to understand and it used to annoy me every time I saw it. I just didn’t get it.
What does it mean for life to have meaning such that you can identify that meaning and answer such a question. Like what is the meaning of a certain story or parable? Well that makes sense because its fictitious and designed to communicate something. And that something is its meaning.
Now what is the meaning of coffee? Well that doesn’t make sense. You can ask what its function is. Its effect. Its source or composition. Etc. But its meaning? What? Well that’s how I perceived the question of the meaning of life. It used to really piss me off.
Now I understand it. The question is asking what the value of life is. That is, what in life makes life worth living?
Now to that there can be many possible answers depending on perspective. I have my own perspective and opinion and am not certain it is correct so it’s just an opinion.
Because of death and the end of experience and memory, ultimately everything is meaningless. I used to have a coping mechanism for severe social anxiety where I’d focus on the knowledge of the fact that there is a moment in time in the future where this will be in the past until it calmed me down. Similarly there is a moment in the future were I will be dead and my experience of life will be no more and my memory of my life will vanish from me and it is real.
How to escape this fact?
Well the obvious answer is that while I’ll be dead other will live on. Great. So then life becomes about making a mark and leaving a legacy if its still very ego driven or it becomes more about helping others if its more loving. Still this obvious fact is the entire cosmos will at some point end. But that is such a long time that the mind kinda settles and says ok that’s good enough. Thus, the value of life is for the well being and happiness of all.
I have other suspicions now. But I’m still seeking and learning and growing. I suspect there is a deeper meaning than that. Its vague but here goes nothing: The meaning of life is for Gods will. And Gods will seems to be self-realization ultimately. The self realizing the self in manifest form as a living sentient conscious being. This body is a vessel for sentience and consciousness. Without this subject of consciousness, there is no point to anything in the cosmos no matter how grand except for the entertainment of the creator. And that’s basically what it is, a kind of entertainment, a playing of hide and seek. Where the one universal self/being in all beings manifests as a finite ignorant being on a journey of self discovery. All of life is a stage for exactly this. The journey of self discovery of yourself as something deeper and more miraculous than a temporary perishable body, and a finite confused deluded, ignorant and highly impressionable mind. You are somekind of a single immortal spirit which is made out of something which can be described as, supposedly, infinite, eternal, love, awareness and bliss. But I don’t know yet.
What I do know for myself is what it appears to be for me. And how it appears to me is that there is no true lasting happiness to be found in life to make it worth it. If the above paragraph were not true I would not deem life worth it and I would consider the whole thing, the cosmos a great tragedy and filled with immeasurable suffering. So I’m hanging on that thread because it is not in my experience yet but everything I have seen so far and experienced tells me this is true and those who say it are sincere and true. I could say many things to justify why I think its true but in the end we can only take each others word for what we say. I’m still figuring out truth as it seems to be something very important and special for the mind. Like a property of the ultimate or something.
If that sounds too ethereal, put it this way: The meaning of life is to figure out the meaning of life.
And sorry for forgetting the actual question, my bad. I don’t know for sure but I think that it’s not important or even beneficial to have a concept about the meaning of life. I suspect that will hinder discovery about life. Unless one doesn’t take their own concepts as anything more than just concept.
This is why I say I’m still figuring out exactly what truth is and its role because I’ve had some experiences that tell me it is something special but still has something to do with concept.
A simpler way of looking at things is to ask, do animals know what the meaning of life is? Ofcourse not. You need language to have concepts and you need concepts to talk about the meaning of anything. All an animal probably knows about it is how it feels about life in general and if we could somehow get an answer out of them I think they’d say the meaning of life is about being safe, fed, respected, loved, stimulated, and successful or in short, happy.