We Make the Meaning of Life

Many people ask what the meaning of life is, but if there is some kind of grand meaning, it is impossible to know.  Just like it is impossible to fathom how many stars there are in the Universe, or the vast experiences of just one other life, we cannot fathom a greater meaning.

However, we do make our own meaning.  Some people believe they were put on this Earth for a reason, to achieve some purpose, and who knows, maybe it’s possible.  But it’s very obvious that not every human is put here for a purpose, so why would some be destined for something and others not?  We all interpret life in our own way, but the bottom line is, we are all here beyond our control and we have to live.  I don’t believe in a greater meaning, I believe we should live as comfortably and happily as possible, and try to enable others to do the same.  After all, what more can we ask for?

Dream 5/4/09

I was in the house at my friend’s, and there were a fair amount of people.  I had some cannabis in a yellow jar, and this large man came in yelling about how there was smoking going on.  He grabbed some smoking paraphenalia and tried to grab my jar, but as he was going for it, I said, “Yoink” and took it really fast.  It would not have been good if he got it, as there looked to be about a quarter-ounce in the jar.  Then all of a sudden I was in my house with people, and I looked out the back window and there were two police cars.  I got scared and thought about hiding the cannabis, but I did not.  It turns out they never came to the house.

We were hanging out at my house, and one friend went up to take a shower, and he came down naked and hid under a chair (don’t worry, there was no genitalia shown.  My dreams have a PG-13 rating, usually).  My mom came home and I was worried because there were so many people over, but they all suddenly disappeared.  I was in the living room and my mom was sitting on the couch, and all of a sudden my friend under the table calls me loudly, and my mom looks at him (for some reason he’d been invisible until he called) and says, “Who is that?” in a nonchalant voice, and I’m just like, “My friend” and I got him out of the house.

Then some friends came on a long bike, and I got on it.  They said they were going to a festival, and I said I couldn’t go because I had to be back home.  It felt kind of panicky, because we had suddenly gone a long way and I was far from home.  We turned in to my friend Shaf’s street for the festival, and it was all cleared out; barren, except for my friend’s house, which was also run down.  I was surprised it had all been taken down.  End.

Note: Very interesting and long dream here.  It was also pretty negative and scary, and I think I woke up once or twice, realized it was a dream, and was happy, but then I got back in to it.  Not sure if I realized within the dream or outside of it.  Things that happen during the night can be confusing.