I’m a sap

Somehow today I started thinking about the meaning of life. Yep. Would I even want the answer if that was even possible? It’s a scary question to ask. At least for me it is. And I’m not even going into the existence of any all powerful beings such as god etc. Although my neighbor could. She’s well versed in those subjects and I defer to her on that. So, what is my purpose for living? Is my life meaningless? Well, a few quotes from those that pondered before me…

“Plato says that the unexamined life is not worth living. But what if the examined life turns out to be a clunker as well?”
― Kurt Vonnegut   

“The secret to life is meaningless unless you discover it yourself.”
― W. Somerset Maugham

“The Ultimate Answer to Life, The Universe and Everything is…42!”
― Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

After reading the above quotes I am 0.000000000000000001 closer to understanding. A favorite one is:

‘And so the meaning of life, of our life, is that which we choose to give it.’

and…

‘It might become clear at some point, but until then — the Meaning of Life is… are you ready?

A matter of opinion.
It’s for each person to define.’

No matter what you believe, or what you decide life is, you have to make it happen. In other words, do it. But do you get meaning from what you do OR how you feel?

I like watching Christmas movies. Mostly because they’re corny and fun. At least the good ones are. I’m a sap for them. Especially when the endings are so ridiculously perfect and happy I start crying tears of joy. Plus with which, (smile) they increase your immune system! Yep. True. I watched a silly one this evening about a man who put a Christmas tree on his roof every year. The town building dept made him remove it as he was violating a city code. Each year he said no and each year he was thrown in jail on Christmas eve. Spoiler alert! His wife left him almost 20 years earlier along with taking their son. He told his son to look for the Christmas tree on a roof to find the way back to his father someday.

Of course at the very end the tree is taken down and somehow the good people get the tree back on the roof, just in time as the son, now grown, is driving through the small country town. To me it’s like a giant big hug! I love it.

Does that make me a sap? You betcha. Emotional? You know it! So until the next movie, the meaning of life to you is?