The Meaning Of Life Is A Paradox

The meaning of life is a paradox—one we endlessly ask ourselves, wondering if there is a single, true answer to the world we call home. But consider this: a beaver does not build a dam because it contemplates the need for shelter. It simply does.

Now, I know that may sound confusing, but take a moment. Sit in complete silence. Close your eyes and breathe. Feel the air travel through your lungs, your heart beating as blood moves through your veins. Just like the beaver, simply existing in its nature, our bodies keep us alive without conscious thought. We don’t command ourselves to breathe. We don’t remind our hearts to beat. It just happens. In these moments, we are experiencing the pure essence of life—its chaos, its rhythm, its undeniable force.

But here’s the question: what do we do with what the universe has given us?

What do we wish to see?
To say?
To cry over?
To laugh at?
What can we be angry about?
What can we create?

That, my friends, is for you to decide.

To me, the meaning of life is not something to be found—it is something to be made. You have the strength, the will, and the power to create what is meaningful to you. And to create, you must first destroy. To love, you must transcend what seems impossible. To seek justice, you must act.

That is what makes you and me so special.

It is a wonder to experience what life has given us. But it is a privilege to create meaning.