This often asked question can spiral us into examining our lives and trying to find the answer somewhere in there. After many decades of wondering and observing our world myself, I arrived at an answer that still sticks with me. The meaning of life to me is love.
Love, love, love.
There is no other purpose, to me, than living for love. Love does not necessarily mean romantic love, it means having someone love you, even just one person or you loving one person.
If you are loved by just one person, your life has meaning. If you love just one person, your life has meaning.
If no one loves you, your life can still have meaning because you may be passionate about something in your life. A creative pursuit, a career pursuit or an activity from surfing to sailing and everything in between.
If you don’t love anyone, maybe you love something in your life that takes up your time and attention, an artistic or musical pursuit or building your business up or leaving a legacy for a foundation or a person you care for.
So no matter what we may question about the meaning of life, for me it always comes back to the love. Being loved, loving, loving life, loving our worlds, always the love.
What are your thoughts on the meaning of life and love?
(c) Janni Styles