A lot of people have considered the question of “the meaning
of life” as one of man’s greatest inquiries. And while I won’t discredit any of
the great philosophers’ theories, I think I have stumbled upon the answer quite
by accident. The meaning of life is love. Religious views aside, most of us
would agree that we are here to be good, moral people. But I think that our
obligation and purpose goes deeper than that.
I was in traffic the other day when I saw a young woman
across the way, trying, quite futilely, to push her very obviously broken down
car out of traffic. Before I had a chance to turn around and help her, a homeless
man who was selling papers in the median, what appeared to be a business man in
a suit, and a gentleman out for a bicycle ride had all stopped to help her. The
cause of love, through service, had brought them all together. It was such an
amazing thing to watch unfold.
That’s what life is about: love.
As humans, it is in our nature to
do good, to help one another, to provide hope to others in this dark world. And
we are put here to do just that; to lift the down trodden, clothe the naked, feed
the hungry, and love those in need. It’s
quite simple, and yet amazingly beautiful and elegant all at the same time.
Or it could just be 42…. I guess we will never know.
