Stories We Will Never Tell - II

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Dateline - September 2013

Fact - All emotional pain lasts for twelve minutes, anything longer than that is self-inflicted.

They were sitting on the couch in the living room. The television was on mute but was showing random songs on MTV. Her head was on his chest and his fingers were entangled in hers. He slowly used his other hand to brush her hair from her face and the bright images of the television lit up her already bright and beautiful smile.

She slowly moved her ears to where his heart was and listened to his steady heart beats. And then she looked up at him into his eyes and told him that the moment right there made her feel safe; and that it felt like nothing bad could ever happen to her.

He smiled and played with her soft black hair while she continued staring at him. And he could clearly understand what was happening. He had seen the look before, in many different people in similar situations. He slowly saw her face give a shy smile and then as faintly as could be discernible the tears came out of her dark brown eyes.

He knew that this day was going to come. And he knew where those tears flowed from - they flowed from the darkest corners and depths of her heart. All her sorrow, her pain and her heart breaks. All those memories, she masked from the world with her smiles and laughs, slowly came out of her eyes in the form of tear drops.

And he knew the value of those tears - he knew he had earned them and all those people who claimed to know her actually knew nothing. He had figured her out one month after they met and this moment right here was a culmination of all the trust she had in him.

And right at that moment he felt a rush of anger and depression well up in his heart. He was used to the tear drops and the deafening silences when words became irrelevant and superfluous. And he knew the only reason he cared for her was because he couldn't avoid her, he loved her yet he couldn't trust her with his own tears.

 When you have so many stories of pain and suffering, the sorrows of others seem like droplets compared to your own ocean of sadness. Yet he never shared any of them. All his so called friends knew nothing of him. His past was unknown and his future bleak. He lived from moment to moment and he kept going from one sad story to another searching for a sadness which could make his petrified heart weep.

And then he slowly looked back into her teary eyes and as she smiled back at him with all of her heart, he slowly rubbed the tears from her cheeks and laid her to sleep. And just when she was thinking that he was perfect, his mind told him to move on in search of deeper abysses!

What Is The Meaning Of Life?

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'Meaning' implies a sense of significance, a goal, purpose and/or intent.

So for life to have a meaning, it should have a purpose or a goal. And that goal should be commonly available to achieve by everyone! Because no one individual's life is more or less significant than the rest of the population.

And since no such goal exists (at least none that all of us commonly are aware and know of) I'm not sure if there is a meaning to life. There is no (and never has been any) verifiable evidence that life has meaning; other than to just reproduce and to continue the chain of life.

If you're religiously inclined, you'd say that the purpose is God and that God adds meaning to life. But then again which God? Out of the thousands of religions and Gods, which particular God leads us to discover the meaning of life? And is the knowledge of this particular God being the pathway to a meaningful life commonly available to all people and is this verifiable through empirical evidence?

If you're a scientist, you'd say the purpose is to find new answers and gain new insights. If you're a philosopher, you'd say the purpose is to fine tune yourself and understand yourself better. If you're an artist, your purpose could be to create an unparalleled piece of art. And the list goes on...

By summing all these up, we can see that there is no common purpose to anybody. But one common trait is that there is always a sense of craving to seek out a purpose which adds meaning to life.

So even though there is no common meaning to life, there always is a desire to find a meaning so that you sustain yourself and through it you sustain life itself by reproducing and continuing the chain of life. 

Life has no other meaning than to find a meaning (albeit imaginary and personal).

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