“Has joy any survival value in the operations of evolution? I suspect that it does; I suspect that the morose and fearful are doomed to quick extinction. Where there is no joy there can be no courage; and without courage all other virtues are useless.” Edward Abbey
I’m troubled, I feel anxious, I sometimes wonder how (or how much longer) I’m supposed to take it, and I could go on and on.
But then, there’s this…
Life. Love. Beauty. The purpose of creating meaning, simply in life going on.
So, allow me to philosophize and share what I think of as truths:
#1: If you think you were put here on Earth for a purpose – other than that life tries to beget life, and the combination of genes that your parents produced in turn produced you – you are deluding yourself.
If you think you were put here for a purpose, by a God, you may well be a good candidate not just for self-delusion, but also for feelings of grandiosity. There is no big cosmic purpose that would require you personally to be here.
#2: If you take the lack of a purpose that requires your existence, that is all made for you, to mean that it’s all just totally meaningless, however, you are wasting a perfectly good consciousness.
The stars may not have aligned to bring about your existence, but the ways things went in the universe did lead to you being here now. And so, you are wondrous. Yes, flawed in many a way, prone to delusions and misunderstandings and stereotypes and just simply disease and frailty and death.
But also capable of learning and loving and seeking understanding of yourself and the world. Able to create purpose, in things great and small. Ultimately, they may all be the same, the great deeds and the simple, but as long as it contributes to life going on, to things continuing and maybe getting a little better, it’s meaning you are creating.
And that’s reason to celebrate.