Last night while I was out and about, someone asked me if there is a meaning to life. They weren’t asking what it was, simply if there was one or not. The question kind of caught me off guard for a moment. I’ve been asked a great many questions while out at bars in my life, especially since I worked in many on a nightly basis for years on end, but this was the first time I’ve heard that question in particular. I suppose I shouldn’t have been quite as surprised as I was, given the venue I was at, but such profound questions are not the sort of thing I’m used to hearing in liquor slinging joints.
To give a bit more background on the subject, the bar I was at was a really cool little spot in a trendy area of downtown. It’s called Two Truths, a name that I believe is a reference to ancient Egyptian mythological hall of Ma’at (also known as the Hall of Two Truths). In this hall of two truths, Osiris would weigh the souls of the deceased against the weight of a feather to determine how they’d lived their lives and would then pass judgement.
The mythology and stories behind the gods and goddesses referenced is truly fascinating as it reveals a tremendous amount of depth that is not readily apparent on the surface. For this reason, I would say that the bar is quite accurately named as they’ve put just as much thought and consideration into everything they do there.
It’s more than what you might see on the street walking past and thinking it was just a trendy bar, it’s an experience where every detail has been as carefully crafted as the offerings they serve patrons. The décor is impressive and thought provoking, the bar staff truly crafts their drinks as opposed to just tossing some ingredients into a glass and ramming a straw into it, and the DJ (Gotama) had an amazing set going in the background that perfectly complimented the great vibe that seemed to hang in the air like the faint sweet scent of flowers on the breeze.
On the other hand, while I love the name (I’ve got a great affinity for all things ancient Egyptian), the venue is certainly NOT a hall of judgement. It’s quite the opposite in fact. As far as bars go, it may just be the LEAST judgmental place I’ve visited. On the couple of occasions that I’ve been there I’ve encountered a very diverse clientele (though there is a greater number of the artistic sort than any other) and everyone seems friendly and open minded. The conversations you might overhear walking from one end of the bar to the other are deep and intelligent in general, not the sort of thing you’d expect when alcohol is being consumed.
This is why I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised to have such an existential question posed to me like “Does life have a meaning?” Even still, I initially wasn’t so sure how to answer that question. The only answer that I could come up with that seemed suitable was that I don’t really know. I would like to think that there is a point to this whole human experience but wanting something doesn’t necessarily make it so. I think that everything I’ve seen and experienced makes me believe that it is highly likely, but I can’t say with 100% certainty as I am still living and experiencing it myself.
I know that there are significant observable patterns all throughout nature that show up in the tiniest aspects of life and are reflected on a much greater, cosmic scale. There’s the rule of threes, the golden ratio, the Fibonacci sequence, and all sorts of other observable evidence to suggest that there is some manner of intelligent and intentional design at work in the universe. I also know that throughout time, humans have been searching for meaning in all manner of things, including life itself, and that the frequency of this drive to find meaning suggests to me that there is likely a reason so many ask the same question.
I can’t remember exactly what I ended up saying in response verbatim, I just know I referenced a few of the ideas I’ve discussed. I wish I’d written down or recorded my final couple of sentences forming my conclusion to the answer, it was both profound and poetic (I think it even rhymed), but try as I might, I cannot seem to replicate it.
It seems to me, at least at this time of the evening, to be a slippery and elusive train of thought. The closer I get to an answer, the more questions I come up with. I just can’t seem to imagine a scenario in which there is NOT a point to this existence. I can’t say with any certainty what that point is, but the fact that I can’t fathom it being entirely pointless only leads me to the conclusion that there must be some meaning to it, even if I can’t verbalize what it is or why I feel that to be true.
Hell, at this point, with all these thoughts of existential conundrums bouncing around my brain, I’m not even sure what the meaning of this post is anymore let alone life itself. The point may be to get the thoughts out of my head, but this is one topic whose well has no bottom and I could likely continue to ponder indefinitely. But, tomorrow is Christmas eve, and I have plans to spend time with my mother and my daughter so I’m not going to stay up all night thinking “deep thoughts” on what the meaning of life is. With this, I shall say goodnight and call it a day. Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a wonderful day!