Life is a bumpy road. Sometimes I wonder why the All-Powerful Creator/Universe didn’t design it to be a little more tolerable. Or… is it our own erratic driving that makes it so challenging to control? Or is it that we are driving half blind, inside a body that we are not even close to comprehending how it truly works? Or, is it that nothing really matters and whatever we do, or what personally affects us doesn’t have great value in the universal theater, and has never really mattered, except to us? Could it be that we are just a conduit for gene propagation to keep life itself moving forward while having the illusion that we are important, when all that really matters is the survival of the DNA?
I don’t assume to have the answers, but thinking about these questions may make life, ironically so, much more “meaningful” in an unexpected way. It forces to look at yourself outside the lens of the ego. In doing so, you will be suprised to find all the new things you learn.