The Meaning of Life?

Throughout the course of my adulthood, I have often pondered the meaning of my existence and the role that I play in the lives of others. Conversely, how are the lives of the people with which I am intertwined affecting the essence of my being? Is my presence truly a significant determinant in the biorhythm of my companions and of all those whom I amalgamate, or am I merely a nugatory pawn in the chess game of someone else’s subsistence? If the antipode is the case, are those who compose the aggregate of my reality nothing more than elaborate props in a theatrical narrative, or do their actions cogently influence my existence? Moreover, are my deeds and those of my consanguinity part of a predetermined script; do I have any measure of authority over my destiny or is life merely a random circumstance of serendipity and contretemps?

Screw it, I think I’ll drink another beer and update my Facebook status…

4 comments:

Garry M. Graves said...

Hey DD, ever think of publishing something? ...your words seem to come freely, and entertaining.

Cosmic Navel Lint said...

Hey David,

Liking this blog a lot mate! Just clicked-on to follow you too.

We must swap notes on "two great nations separated by a common language" at some stage, as there's oodles of scope for humour there!

Take it easy.

Bren.

Garry M. Graves said...

okay...its been some time...can't believe there's nothing on your mind.

Cosmic Navel Lint said...

Agreed Garry - come on David! Your viewing public eagerly awaits your next missive Sir!