I’m off to another short trip, so forgive me if the next three days I have semi–short postings. It’s also a little hard to focus while you’re trying to relax by the pool. It’s not that writing isn’t enjoyable; it’s not that at all. I love writing. But it’s something that requires focus.
It’s great actually, and it is a welcome challenge every time I sit down to write. In fact, it really makes me think about things in a new way. But as I wrote in this post, I talk about how the world seem so full of everyone doing the things you’re doing, and often (it seems) in a better way. A lot of that is the negative brain chatter that we have that repeats our insecurities to us, but some of it’s true – there are millions of writers out there. Journalists, authors, editors, and bloggers to name but a few. It’s the same for almost every profession.
What I wonder, though, is where is it all leading? Where are we going, what are we doing, why are we here? There has to be something that all of us writers (and everyone else too) are moving towards, something that all the things we’re learning will culminate to. Yes, I believe we live life to learn about all kinds of things, from morals to pain, or suffering. But when I ask why are we here, I’m wondering what the ultimate goal is, where everything will eventually culminate to.
What I know is that we treat life like a race, with different competitions from fastest driver to the best at driving. Everyone is going full-throttle. But where is the final destination? We all have different beliefs, but the road in front of us hasn’t ended yet, so there’s no point in stopping. And we’re not yet forced to stop and re-fuel.
What if the road ends suddenly and after that is just… Emptiness? What then? Maybe I’m an optimist, but that seems like an awful way to end after learning about things like trust, respect, and love.
I know that this goes deep into the land of philosophy and what the “meaning of life” is. The thing that’s difficult about that is that everyone is going to have a different opinion of what that meaning is. It only makes sense – life means something unique to each of us.
Anyway, off to the pool I go, to do some more contemplating. There is so much more that I can say, so I’ll say more tomorrow, and if you want your ideas incorporated in the second and possibly third posting I do on this, comment!