Once again, It is late and I am pondering this thing we call life. I have done so for almost 40 years
and I must admit I am no closer to an answer then I was in junior high school. I came to the realization
oh, 25 years ago or so, that life was meaningless. It has no point, no meaning. Evolution and Quantum
physics make this very clear. The usual answers of god, religion, work, family, made no sense and
I admit to this day, still make no sense in regards to creating meaning in our lives. I understood why Nietzsche
felt, “Having a gun next to my pillow helps me sleep” for the fact of the matter is, living out a meaningless
life is completely pointless. But guns make me nervous and so I took the long way home and tried to drink
myself to death. I drank my way through my twenties. I was in a bar 6 nights a week for over 10 years.
Soon I met a girl, and got a real job and became “responsible”, and yet always in the back of my mind lies this
thought that this was a meaningless existence. I buried this thought deep down, but try as I might, that old
nagging feeling came back. I don’t drink anywhere near as much because frankly there is no point to drinking,
except to forget and I haven’t been able to do that, so…So here I am at 2 in the morning and I know that
life is as meaningless as it was 49 years ago when I was born. Suicide is clearly not any kind of answer and there
is no forgetting no matter how I try, so I am at loss as to what’s next. I am unable to find meaning in work,
never found a job that gave me any kind of meaning, or god, that seems to be an cheap, easy answer which
doesn’t really solve anything. I feel a despair in me, not just for me, but for everyone because they are in
the same boat as me, only they don’t see it. God knows how they don’t, but they don’t see, feel it like I do.
Am I making the claim that I am some cheesy ubermensch? Not at all, I have no great gift to offer you or
anyone else. I am not a prophet, nor am I john the baptist. I exist as one man in a world that neither knows
nor care that I exist and I can live with that, because it won’t create meaning for me if the world knew
of my existence. Fame is just another idol we can do without. I reread some of my favorite books in hopes of
finding some glimmer of hope and I find none. WE are left with Nietzsche’s old problem which is,“how
to create meaning in a meaning less world, a world where god is dead” that is the eternal question, “how to find
Meaning” Some have called it salvation, I say potato and you say patato. the name means nothing. I am not
asking for your answers as to what is the meaning and purpose because frankly, I am closer then most of you
to the “truth” because I don’t claim to know anything. I can only ponder as to what might the answer be and
I can only hope to find it before I die.
Kropotkin