If you could know what the meaning on life was, would you want to know?
I don’t think I would. My personality would never really accept the answer, if there is one. And I don’t think there is one answer. I don’t think there’s a role or meaning that we must fulfill. I don’t think there’s a predetermined line to our lives that we’re meant to walk.
And if I did know, I’d probably resist it. Unless it was the path I was already on. Then it’d make me sad that I was doing “so well.” Weird, I know, but that’s the truth.
Would you want to know?
