What is the meaning of life?
A question with millions of answers.
Nihilists will tell you life has no meaning. They put a bad spin on it.
Existentialists will tell you, make your own meaning. They put a good spin on it.
Absurdists say life might have meaning but we’re too dumb to get it, so they enjoy a cup of coffee instead. They take a neutral approach.
Good, bad, and neutral answers are in the millions. But what about an impersonal answer? Not good, not bad, not neutral. That impersonal answer is this:
Meaning is irrelevant, it’s a game created by humans for humans to play.
What is the meaning of a leaf falling? To reach the ground? No, it’s just a leaf falling.
It is not good, it is not bad, not neutral, it just is.
Entire lives have been devoted to such a silly obvious question.
Did you as a child ever care about meaning?
You ate candy like a monster slept till noon and pissed in your pants happily ever after.
You simply did not care, meaning was irrelevant, it’s only later in life that you got bored of eating your snot and started entertaining such games to despair over.
If there was a hard truth objective answer to this silly question you would get clever and keep asking the same question forever: “Why?”
If every answer ends up in an infinite loop of “Why?” you can tell it’s a mental game that leads nowhere. A waste of life.
So, to the question “What is the meaning of life?” I say this:
Meaning is irrelevant.
If your mind places any good or bad or neutral spin on this answer, you have not heard.
Philosophies which entertain the question are missing the point. “Meaning” and “No meaning” are a human creation. In reality, the concept itself does not exist, just a game we entertain ourselves with.