What is the meaning of life? Life in general, or your life in particular, you might ask? Good question.
Can one live without meaning? Does the act of choosing to live give our living a meaning? Or does the fact that we ask the question of meaning involve us in a meaningful act? Is questioning enough? An unexamined life may not be worth living (Socrates), but just because we are examining our life have we made the living of it worthwhile?
Viktor Frankl, author of Man’s Search For Meaning, said that he found the meaning of his life in helping other’s find meaning in theirs. In other words in doing not just questioning or examining.
Will writing this blog give my life more meaning? I’ll just have to wait and see.