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Meaning of Life

I was talking to a close friend recently. She was pretty stressed out about work, school and personal problems; she didn’t know what the purpose of all her work, studies and struggles. “It is like being in the water”, she said, as if “I keep swimming back and forth and can never get anywhere”. I asked her if she was looking for the purpose of her life, to which she quickly replied “yes”. As we kept talking, it turns out she was looking for the ultimate answer, the “one” answer, the MOA (mother of all answers), what was the purpose to all we do in life, what is the ultimate goal, what is the meaning of life. I thought for a moment about this and had thought about how many times I have asked myself the same question. How many times had I been frustrated by the complexities of the world without a place to turn, questioning my self and question my purpose, why do I have to do anything? I remember thinking, as she was now, “where am I going with this”.

Many, many times I have wondered the same question my friend now had and though about what my answer had been. I have always been a deep thinker, at least that is what I’d like to believe, and thought that I had never had been able to produce an answer. I knew what I wanted, yes; I wanted to do well in life and to just be happy. But then I realized that there is no answer. To ask what the purpose of life is to try to answer a question that is still being formulated, a question that has just started to take shape and that would never really finish evolving.

So why then limit our self with a question as such? Truth is that is just human nature, we need answers to everything; we need answers on, where to begin and where to end, why did we start and why do we end. We assume that everything has a beginning and an end just because we have a beginning and an end. I told Daniele, why waste your time worrying about where you need to swim to, why not “swim” because you like to “swim” why not enjoy the water and let the current take you where it may, enjoy the nice warm water but also know that the water sometimes is cold and rough, but don’t fight it or you’ll get tired and drown, use the water itself to stay afloat, after all the meaning of life is not some goal you reach but journey that needs to be taken and the satisfaction is on the turns you take on this “path”

Fantasies

I was recently having a conversation about fantasies; what is the real reason for fantasies? I supposed many of us think of fantasies in a sexual way… (well I do most of the time) but the reality is that fantasies are the craving of the undiscovered, the things that we imagine would push our senses to the limits of ecstasy, at least in theory.

Remember your first crush in high school? Remember that desire of kissing her/him? How many times did you go home fantasizing about your lips touch her lips, how many times did you close your eyes and thought of the most wonderful times with that person? If you were lucky enough and your fantasy became a reality, was it really what you imagine? Is reality the afterlife of a fantasy and loses its original purpose.

I think fantasies live only in our minds and are a product of imagination and inspiration, like a marriage between the sky and the sea, like the soft caresses of the waves on the sand. Fantasies are a reality not yet lived, thoughts lost in the vast ocean of our imagination, thoughts that don’t follow the logic of reality but that give reason to the existence of our senses. So what are my fantasies?

Waking up to the many pleasant dreams that have always filled my nights, rested and full of energy to experiences in a timeless morning. Feeling the soft tender lips of that girl, letting her perfume fill my nostrils and feeling the silk of her hair between my hands and have the time never pass. Seeing the blue of the ocean make love to the sky, feeling the wind on my face and seeing the clouds slowly pass. Touching my flesh to her flesh and seeing her smile open up. Having my dreams be her dreams and making our fantasies become one.