Over the past few weeks, I've been more introspective about life, asking myself core questions like "Who am I?" and "Why am I here?". However, lately, the more I ask myself these questions, the more I feel like they can never be answered for sure. Below are questions that have come to mind:
- Is there innate meaning to anything (i.e., to life)?
- If there was, is it ever possible to know this innate meaning? How would one know? Senses? Feeling? 'Knowing' we can't voice? Gathering evidence and making an hypothesis?
- How is it possible for us to know that something is on the tip of our tongue yet not remember it? Is this a same kind of 'knowing' that we have about answers to core life questions?
- Can the meaning one interprets from a situation ever be wrong? For example, if I create an object with a specific purpose, and somebody uses it for something else, are they wrong? In other words, can the purpose one chooses for one's life every be 'wrong' (especially if it goes against a creator original intention)?
Lately, my sense of meaning in the world, has come from the humility and sense of wonder I feel. I live on a planet with over 6 billion people. There are billions of other planets in this galaxy and billions of other galaxies. Many of these galaxies have been around for billions of years. In the past the idea of this scared me. How could I ever be significant? How could I ever do something new. But on nights like tonight, I'm happy to be an observer and participant of a process that I will never be able to fully understand. Ahhh...the human condition.