Does Life Have Meaning?

There seems to be a great number of social media posts recently on the subject of the supposed meaninglessness of our lives.  Some people point to what they believe to be an absurd cycle of “eat, work, be entertained, sleep” that repeats itself endlessly until we become infirmed and ultimately die.

Personally, I see nothing absurd about any of this.  Sure, our lives have no external meaning; it’s up to each of us to confer meaning to our existences by the choices we make. I used to say that I was “put on Earth” to solve corporate marketing challenges, the same way doctors consider that they’re here to cure disease and cops are here to fight crime.

I’m here for the same reason that any of us are: my parents had sex, and that’s essentially all that any of us can say, whether the pregnancy was planned or accidental.  From there, it’s up to each one of us as individuals to find meaning as we make our way through the world.

There’s nothing about this that makes our lives absurd.