A friend asked me what I thought the meaning of life was today.

I said I wasn’t sure there actually was a meaning to life. I told him the day I stopped worrying about such things was the day my life got easier in a variety of ways.

The more I read about things like quantum physics, and how the brain and mind interact and interpret the experience of life, the less I knew.

What I held to be “truth” in my thinking was constantly changing with incoming new information.

It was like the more I knew, the less I knew about this life experience.

As I examine my thinking with integrity, I see I was wrong in a whole lot of areas.

I got to the point where I’m pretty sure that I don’t know anything.

And I speak with such authority!

I have dropped out of or otherwise failed to graduate from some of the finest institutions of higher learning.

So I told him to take my views with a grain of salt.

I told him that when I got to the point where I understood that life actually came with no actual meaning, I realized we didn’t come with an instruction manual.

So over time, since I was a child, I have been wrapping meaning around everything I experience and learn.

At one point, I had a “meaning of life” written down inside my thinking. It was made of a thousand other meanings, all stacked up like a pretty house of cards.

Then it dawned on me.

“Oh, crap! I just made all of that shit up!”

And suddenly the whole house fell down.

And strangely, that wasn’t depressing. It was freeing.

Since this thought I have in my head of what the meaning of life is self constructed, and I am the architect of all that, then when I know that, I can change it however I please.

I reminded him, “Again, I try to never tell others what to do or think, but here’s what I’d do and think.”

If I get to choose the meaning I build for my life, I’ve found great value in making that meaning to be of service to others.