• “To be or not to be, that is the question.” Those are the words of Shakespeare. But can we really be without a meaning? Can mankind really exist without a purpose? If we exist without meaning, then our lives are pointless, and should be treated as such. For what is the point of living if there is nothing to live for? Humans need fulfillment. To fulfill something and in that something, be fulfilled in oneself. Fulfillment is completion. Humanity needs it. To feel useful, important, meaningful…
    Is that the true meaning of life? Fulfillment? If so, then what to fulfill? Certainly not any tangible thing. For if it can be named, has it already been fulfilled? If so then are we to each create a new thing to bring into the world and fulfill it? No. If this were the case, there would soon be nothing left to create and fulfill. Day by day, moment by moment, the meaning of life is changing. If this be so, then can one hope to pinpoint this exact purpose? Can one even hope to obtain a glimpse of this? And if no one shares life’s meaning, can we even hope to decipher out purpose? Surely no man can be expected to find, solve, and fulfill his purpose before death, but then again, are we really expected to? Should we even try to decipher out lives, categorize our purpose? Or is this left up to those strong -willed and strong-minded people of our day? Is each man expected to discover his purpose? Or are some men’s purposes to decipher other men’s and to guide them in the fulfillment of such impossible tasks. But then again, how is one to find his purpose? Where is he to look? Surly not to another man, as it may not be wise in fulfilling his own purpose to guide you in the way of finding yours. Other than ourselves, where are we to look for guidance? And once found, if capable of being found, should one stop at nothing to fulfill his purpose, or is one’s destiny is too far for him to complete or even fathom, should he even attempt? Would it be more detrimental to the world if he tried and failed at his achievement of destiny, or failed at it from the beginning by choice?
    Destiny, another thing... what is considered destiny? Is it one’s path to finding purpose, or the actual purpose of one’s life? Does destiny change as man’s purpose? Is there no solidity in this ever changing world of pathways and turns? As life is ever evolving, is man’s destiny also? And if it is ever changing, now can he ever hold on to it once it is found? And if there are multiple purposes in life and multiple destinies. Does each failed purpose wash over one like a tide, carrying fragments outward until we die? If so, is then all lost? Or is there still hope, some purpose for our world? For mankind? For ourselves? Are we all to die having failed millions of purposes, surely we live millions of moments, and if each moment has a unique purpose, then who are we to expect to be able to even define the “meaning of life.” There is no singular meaning, but many meanings, many parts to one whole, many fulfillments under one ultimate purpose. Do fulfillments lead up to purposes? Or is the path to a purpose lead to fulfillments? Or do destinies lead to purposes? Are fulfillments a part of destinies? Is the point in life comprehensible by the human mind? Is out mind above such knowledge... or below it? Is life’s purpose to complex for our comprehension? Or is it too simple that it is overlooked moment, by moment, man by man. Does man already know his destiny but overlooks it daily? If so, then when one seeks life’s purpose, would he not easily be able to discover it? Since life’s purpose is so obvious, would not someone have discovered it and publicized it? Or maybe he could not make it common knowledge considering it would be his singular purpose if none of us are alike in our search for meaning, Is man a unit or a single person? Are there many men in one man or is one man more than enough? Surely one man can fine one purpose if it were placed right in front of him. But then again maybe not. Maybe the answer is too simple for our minds to understand. Maybe the simplicity of it is too much to comprehend. Maybe, if discovered mankind would realize the idiocy in all of the futile searching for the answer. Maybe the meaning of life is to simply live. Who can argue the point that life is meant to be lived? Who can deny that living life is the greatest thing a man can do?