This is an all-time favourite question; does life have a meaning?
But what is the ‘I’ that wants to know the meaning of life? What wants meaning? Why is there a need to assign any meaning or purpose to life? Why not accept life as it is without putting any interpretation, intention or meaning on it?
Have you ever entertained the possibility that life does not have a meaning?
What comes up, how do you feel or react when you read these lines? Is there resistance? Do ‘you’ want life to have a meaning?
What is this ‘I’ that doesn’t like to hear this?
The ‘I’ desperately wants to find or assign meaning to life because for the ‘I’ life is equal to ‘me’. It says: “I have a life and I want to have a meaning and purpose of my life”. But without life having any meaning ‘my’ life does not have a meaning either. I am nothing.
This is the last thing the ‘egoic mind’ would like to hear because it could lead to the conclusion of its annihilation.
But is there a self in the first place that could own life?
While the ‘I’ try to find or assign meaning to life, there is being lost in the heavy veil of dreamland – made of mental constructs – lost in the content of the story about life and not seeing what IS. Life is happening right here, right now and nobody is living it.
Searching for meaning is just a form of seeking.
The ‘mind’ always wants to put meaning on everything.
The ‘mind’ is a labelling machine.
Meaning is just a mental label on what IS.
Life is living itself without any purpose or meaning.
Life is as it IS.
This is freedom. This is peace.