Breathing the fresh air and watching the dark sky, I am here, alive, as with the tiny mosses, giant redwood, chirping yellowbird and lonely tiger. However, I am different from them. I am a human being and have the divine ability-thinking. So I wonder what the meaning of my life is.
Perhaps in a Christian's eye, life is redemption of his original sin. In a Buddhist's eye, life is a mixture of tribulation and happiness. In a biologist's eye, life is a process of metabolism. But before talking about the meaning of life, I want to ask "Why we are alive now? How do we know that we are alive? What is the evidence of our living?" Perhaps these kinds of questions are of no sense and keeping considering will descend into the abysm of skepticism. But I think the value of these questions is that we human being are aware of the existence of ourselves.
Now I come up with my opinion, that is, the meaning of life is to prove its existence. We breathe, observe, eat and drink to make connection with the outside in order to lessen the anxiety about our existence. We put in all our efforts into our careers to gain more fortune and fame in order to make us known. We think about and try to explain the mysteries in order to feel comfortable that we are living in a real and explainable world. If this kind of anxiety and worry are beyond our abilities, we will rely ourselves on religion and ask for comfort from God. To survive, we have to separate from the outside world by skin as with the other organisms, but fortunately we have a powerful brain to think, to feel, and to understand the world. In this process, we build a relationship with the outside and prove our existence, which is also the meaning of life.
Perhaps this is a too shallow opinion, but still I am searching and proving my existence.
Perhaps in a Christian's eye, life is redemption of his original sin. In a Buddhist's eye, life is a mixture of tribulation and happiness. In a biologist's eye, life is a process of metabolism. But before talking about the meaning of life, I want to ask "Why we are alive now? How do we know that we are alive? What is the evidence of our living?" Perhaps these kinds of questions are of no sense and keeping considering will descend into the abysm of skepticism. But I think the value of these questions is that we human being are aware of the existence of ourselves.
Now I come up with my opinion, that is, the meaning of life is to prove its existence. We breathe, observe, eat and drink to make connection with the outside in order to lessen the anxiety about our existence. We put in all our efforts into our careers to gain more fortune and fame in order to make us known. We think about and try to explain the mysteries in order to feel comfortable that we are living in a real and explainable world. If this kind of anxiety and worry are beyond our abilities, we will rely ourselves on religion and ask for comfort from God. To survive, we have to separate from the outside world by skin as with the other organisms, but fortunately we have a powerful brain to think, to feel, and to understand the world. In this process, we build a relationship with the outside and prove our existence, which is also the meaning of life.
Perhaps this is a too shallow opinion, but still I am searching and proving my existence.
