Hey dude, it’s life here, checking in.
I’m sorry, you and I must have had a misunderstanding. I should really update these class descriptions.
The stuff you’ve done so far is nice and all, but it’s not really what I wanted you to do. And…about those questions you have…
…well…I don’t quite know how to say it…but…
…uuum…
…it’s not your job to ask them.
In fact, I’m asking YOU.
What’s the point? That is my question to you. And I’d like you to answer it.
You’re not the one handing out exams, you’re taking the test here. I know…I know…I know what you’re going to say: “But I didn’t choose to be here!”
You know what? You’re right. You didn’t. Neither did Rick. Or Sally. Or Tom.
Nobody chose to be in my class. They were all put here. You. And Janice. And Jean. And aaaaaaall the others.
But while we’re here, we might as well make use of the time. So again, I’m asking you: What’s the point?
Hope that clears things up.
Sincerely yours,
Life
In his book, Man’s Search For Meaning, Viktor Frankl writes:
Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather he must recognize that it is he who is asked. In a word, each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.
To me it seems the perspective you’ve taken here is that you almost feel offended by life itself. That’s one way to look at it, but it’s not helpful, is it?
None of us chose to be here. What we can choose, however, is our perspective. As always, Stoicism offers great advice:
Choose not to be harmed, and you won’t feel harmed.
Don’t feel harmed, and you haven’t been.— Marcus Aurelius
Don’t be harmed. You’re here. I’m here. Will’s here. Monica’s here. It is what it is.
All life did was ask you a question.
Can you answer it?
