The Meaning of Life

Life’s not that important, actually. The only thing to get, is there’s a better one yonder, and do everything you can to spread the news of that.

Games are stupid. You play them too much, you become a petulant child your whole life. Play a few games every now and then, you’re alright. A little Pinochle, a little Cribbage, a little Chess. You can be a professional gamer—and that’s perfectly alright—to help other people enjoy life, as you’re very good at it, and they enjoy watching you at peak performance. But, very few can get to that level, or should.

Books are vain. You read them too much, you come away with funny ideas about life. You find they don’t tell the truth half the time, and the other half you have to go digging for them. A little Dickens, a little Austen, a little Tolstoy and Poetry. You can be a professional writer—and that’s perfectly alright—to help other people enjoy and learn about life, if you’re very good at it and seek out responsible information. So they learn, and are edified.

Sex is vain. You make love, it stings a little bit, you have flesh upon flesh, and see beauty and feel the sting. You make children, and raise them off the moments of extreme intimacy with your partner. A little game best played between two so infinitely devoted to one another, the two lives cannot ever be separated. You have that watersource, and the beauty of your lover, and your family teaches you how to be a grown man—that’s the stuff of life, but so few are able to find it because of vain philosophies about happiness.

Food is vain. You can make the most decadent foods, drink the most decadent drinks, have the spices of ten spices in your palate, and fats of meats and vegetables, and wine. It doesn’t make a difference. You eat, life is about eating and drinking, and making merry with your friends and family. But, even that is vain. As not many people get that enjoyment, and the world tells you it is wrong to enjoy it. So, you go through life, bitter and in anguish about life, as the one thing good in life is good food and fine company.

Work is vain. You strive endlessly to do something, and accomplish, but your work feeds everyone else, and you are destitute. You are given power to move mountains, build cities, power industry, feed nations, but you yourself cannot eat of it. And if you can, all men want what you have for envy, and will try to take it from you. You work hard at your trade, and every man wishes to satiate himself on your production, and take from you what you built. And if you have it, it is a good thing, premier in life, but few will let you have it for envy’s sake.

Love. Love is not vain. Caring for other people, and being yourself kind, charitable, forgiving and true and honest to the core of your being—as hard as it is—is the only thing in life that isn’t vain. Love for God and Love for neighbor, are the only two things in life that truly satisfy, as the world opens up all the other things, and makes them more enjoyable. You can have all of it, and be unhappy, without love. And you can have none of it, and be in bliss, with love. Therefore, I have found love for God and Neighbor preeminent of the meaning of life.