This question has a built in philosophy vs. spirituality ring to it. You know those? Where you’re logically inclined to believe something but choose not to anyway? Is truth even a choice? How can truth be a choice?

Why is life meaningless? Probably because it has to be. Definitions are too stringent for the nature of life; life has too much random shit going on to be able to pinpoint what exactly does it all mean. It’s not that it means nothing, it’s just that it can’t mean any one thing, you know?

In another sense, you can say that life is infinite, and a definition, finite.

By definition, a definition is finite. You are confining one thing to one meaning (or two or three or four meanings; we get it human thesauruses and champions of logic, one word can have multiple meanings, but regardless you are confining the universe, or the possibilities, of one object to a finite number of definitions and/or meanings, so just…okay?). So, you can’t really make an infinite thing into a finite thing, you just have to acknowledge that the infinite thing is infinite, and thus we have defined life.

What?

Life (used in the “what is the meaning of life” kind of way and NOT in the “oh man there is LIFE on MARS WOOOOO” way) is the word us humans use to describe and encompass the sum of all possible human experiences under the natural laws of its universe/environment. Intriguingly, the sum of all possible human experiences are infinite (i.e. Life = infinity).

What?

Our universe has a specific set of physics and natural laws, laws that govern EVERY SINGLE POSSIBLE THING like why we walk the way we walk, why planes can fly, why light and plants have some type of connection, you name it and that thing is somehow governed by the physics and natural laws of the universe we live in.

So what life is all about is the possibilities. More specifically, it is about what is possible under these laws of physics we finds ourselves in.

The answer is infinite. There are an infinite number of possible lives we can fulfill, an infinite number of possible actions we can commit to. Our universe’s laws are so loose that literally anything can happen. In fact, so many things can happen in our universe that we mostly try and discover what we can’t do in this world (4 sided circles, unicorns and flying pigs), just to again see what we actually can do in this world (nuclear bombs, smartphones, Caitlyn Jenner). Life is meaningless only because there are so many ways to do it. We can be sad or angry or one-legged or homeless or POTUS or rapper or garbageman or Canadian or happy or in love or however the fuck you want, life encompasses ALL OF THESE POSSIBILITIES. Life is meaningless because it has no specific meaning to it, not that it is actually meaningless.

I mean, you can define a meaningless life as “meaningless”, thus, the meaningless life now has a life with meaning, which is, “meaningless”…, yeah /s ??

This is what mostly needs to be clarified by people who have discovered the nature of their reality. Yes, life is meaningless, but only in that it cannot actually take on a specific meaning. Life is NOT meaningless in the sense that you should be depressed and down and scorn your own and other human existences at every turn of the second. The rules of the universe have ALLOWED you to happen. There is INCREDIBLE meaning in that. You’re allowed to be alive for goodness sake, isn’t that at least something?

Go study some human physiology and tell me you aren’t absolutely fascinated by how our shit just kind of works. I’m not preaching some intelligent design bullshit or anything, but it is quite miraculous how our internal machinery directly correlates with the nature of our environment (e.g. the oxygen in the air, the presence of water on earth, the availability of abundant nutrition). What makes humans so special? What makes human so special that we can actually navigate and manipulate and discover so many things about our world, how come humans are able to do that?

Sure, it may have been the result of thousands upon thousands of years of the accumulation of random genetic mutation that ultimately led to the formation of the first human, but the fact still remains that the universe we now exist in ALLOWED for the accumulation of thousands and thousands of years of genetic mutations that eventually led to the formation of the human being. It’s not the humans were made, per se, it’s more that we were able to exist in the first place. Human beings have the distinct relationship with reality in that, reality has allowed for us to exist.

Unicorns don’t have that privilege. Nor do flying pigs or 4 sided circles.

Considering that humans are some SERIOUSLY, DEEPLY fucked up, drunk driving weed smoking nuclear bombing mass murdering pedophiles, the laws of physics and the universe itself HAS STILL, MIRACULOUSLY, ALLOWED YOU TO EXIST. It is a god damned luxury to be alive. Be thankful you weren’t meant to be a unicorn or a flying pig, they don’t fucking exist!

By every HUMAN metric (which is arguably morality, but, different topic for a different time), humans should not fucking exist. We’re too fucking gross. Yet, we live on, while we burn people alive, bomb other people to prove a point, use our youth as instruments of killing, absolutely and horrendously further use our youth to satisfy our own fucked up fantasies, I mean, come the fuck on humans, what the fuck?

I totally understand that it is also a terribly disgusting thing to be human. It is so disgusting that it leads some of us to lose meaning, lose hope in life.

Yet, life is not ultimately governed by the human metric, which is probably why we still exist here today. Life is governed by the physics of its universe, and everything in between it. By being alive, your life has meaning. It means that your experiences and actions have lead you to continue living your life inside our universe in your current state of being. Even if you die, your life has meaning. It means that a part of the universe has transformed into a different state of being.

Again, the only reason life is meaningless is because the infinite possibilities that the laws of our natural universe allows for make it impossible to definitely define. In other words, life is infinite, definitions are not.

So life holds meaning in its possibilities? Possibilities?

Here are some interesting anecdotes about life I’d like to add:

Every person I will ever see in front of me is the way they are because of the sum of x + y + z + a +b + c experiences.

This is a HIGHLY deterministic view of people, I acknowledge that, but I am inclined to believe that this is the case. It only makes sense that people are the way they are and act the way they act because of what they have previously experienced. Think about the choices you have made, even in just your daily life. Have you ever questioned why you made that choice? There is some free will involved somewhere in the mix, but you also have to acknowledge that your current actions are the direct consequence of some previous experience. I have tasted and hated black licorice, so, whenever I see black licorice at 7-11, I say some comment like “Ew i hate black licorice.” So, it was completely random that I encountered black licorice, but when I did, I used my previous experience of not liking black licorice which in turn prompted me to say “Ew, I hate black licorice.”

In other words, yeah, its disappointing that determinism is probably right, but, you can’t avoid that it is in some way, right.

The WEIRD thing is that free will DOES still exist in humans despite this seemingly unavoidable determinism that governs that same human. How can free will coexist with determinism?

Hm.

You have the CHOICE to be and do anything you want RIGHT NOW, but that choice is GOVERNED by your previous experiences x + y + z. So, even though your ultimate choice (in whatever action you want to commit) is governed by your previous choices, the fact remains that you CAN do otherwise.

That’s some blurry ass line you’re walking on there fella.

It has to be blurry though. If it wasn’t blurry, life would be clear, everyone would be the same person. Fuck that, I don’t want a bunch of me’s running around, those guys are fucking assholes. I don’t want a bunch of ANY one thing

Every person represents one iteration of a life that is possible under our natural laws of physics. We all start the same, and then become a being that becomes the addition of countless minutia of moments, all unique in their own way, all integrated into one being that exists, right now, in the present.

In this way, the meaning of life is ultimately determined by the person who is living that iteration of life. Because a human represents a possibility of a unique life, a human will always have a say in what choice, what meaning, what morals, what life, to ultimately have, given that these desires coexist with the natural laws of the universe.