A while back, I was thinking about death and grief and how some people feel like there is no meaning in life when in the end we’re all going to die.
Have any of you ever met someone like that? I have. In fact, sometimes when I’m really down, I am one of those people.
I go into a complete funk/ existential crisis. Why are we here? What is our purpose? Do we have a purpose? Is there even a point in trying so hard at life? Don’t we all just end up in the same place at the end anyway?
Then it hit me; even if death is inevitable, there is some meaning to life.
These are how I think people’s lives have meaning:
Even if you think your life has no meaning at present, it does to someone else, like a loved one. Which means you are special to that person/people. Ergo, your life has meaning.
No matter how big or small an impact you have had on the world, be it simply being polite to others or taking part in a war, you had an impact and that impact affected the world and will continue to affect the world forever.
Whether people know you or not, you exist; and people before have existed, and that is a fact to no one can ever change.
Those are only a few reasons I can think of, but I’m sure there are many more. And sure, maybe it doesn’t mean much in the long run, but hey it makes me feel better.