Meaning of Life
Life is a massive abstraction, fragmented into countless layers. No layer makes sense—until it suddenly does.
Like abstract art, you accumulate experiences, gather perspective, train your eye for it. And if, by some alignment of effort and chance, it clicks, you get it. Otherwise, it remains unfathomable chaos: sometimes aspirational, sometimes gimmicky, sometimes just plain miserable.
So it is with life. Some layers you grasp, some you don’t, but together, they shape your evolving sense of what life might be.
Is there a definitive meaning to it all? I don’t know.
But like abstract art, can you immerse yourself in it? Maybe enjoy it? Maybe even get some of it? Absolutely, yes.
