The Purpose of Meaning & the Meaning of Purpose

Why do you think we have a need to say about reality that it always has a reason and a purpose or meaning?

We see things. we experience things, we feel things, and these experiences can be pretty significant. So, to have no reason behind it, could scare a lot of people.

But if you look at it the way of “It's really not up to me to define these things. It's beyond my comprehension.”

It makes things easier. In the grand scheme, the things we tend to worry about aren’t really a big deal. Somehow, we still get caught up in doubt. And what does this mean? What about what am I supposed to do? So that's the interesting thing that's tough.

What's the meaning of purpose? And what's the purpose of meaning?

Purpose of meaning is to validate our existence and our egos. To make us feel important. I don't think there is that's where I say there is no meat there's no that's not for me to describe.

“Without “me” there is no meaning.”

Without the “me” things become more understood without needing explanation. The “me” needs that explanation. But the “me” is just a created thought. Whether it's my own perception or someone else's perception.

Two sides of the same unnecessary coin, both meaning, and purpose. Something that the me uses to believe its commentary about reality is more purposeful or meaningful than reality itself. We think the context we provide is what derives the meaning out of this beautifully wholesome reality. And without commentary, there is no importance.

So, both of them are just entertainment for the individual, to replace the stories about what is and thinking that story with words X, make these to be more meaningful in stories with words Y.

Instead of asking, what's the meaning of purpose? Can we ask what is purpose? Would that change the angle of inquiry? Or are the answer?

Who would be asking? To whom is the question important? The answer will be “me”, once again. More commentary. We limit our experience of life to words to thoughts.

“Are ever-changing thoughts what makes purpose meaningful, or what defines it?”

I think that's a radical minimization of this abundant infinite existence. If we limit its meaning and purpose and thing to two words in commentary and thoughts, that changes every second.

What would someone do if they stopped looking for meaning and purpose? What will they do instead? Simply, live, right?

Can we just live before the need to provide meaning with words? Additionally, aren't we already living regardless of what we say about it? Living or being is an inherent gift in which there is nothing we need to do for it to occur.

With heart,

Gil·ad (eternal-joy)