Gertrude’s Diary #144 – The Meaning of Life
I figured that in the run-down to #150 I would really pull out all stops and tackle the big one. Do I care that philosophers, poets, and saints have failed through the ages to agree on the answer to this question? Am I intimidated by the scores of books, both sacred and secular, that have attempted to distil an answer? No! I scoff at their laboured efforts, their wordy replies to this simple and timeless question. Instead, I reckon a 450 word blog is going to sort it out.
First, let me introduce some parameters; an insight into how I arrived at my answer. I think anyone would agree that an answer to the question of the meaning of life that cannot be condensed into a 10 second sound-bite is barely worth repeating. Further, the correct answer would be applicable anywhere, to anyone, at anytime; it’s no good telling someone that the meaning of life is to be found in long hours of quiet meditation if they’ve got 2 jobs, 3 kids, a lazy husband and a bad back.
Also, it would have some relevance to the question of what we are going to do about THE TERRIBLE CATASTROPHES THAT AWAIT US IF WE DON’T STOP BURNING FOSSIL FUELS. Oh, wait. Getting too specific there. Silly girl. I mean, it’s not like climate change is a global issue or anything. And it’s really not something you’d choose to talk about in polite company – imagine how uncomfortable people might get. Why, it doesn’t bear thinking about!
