Meaning of life. We all make our own life meaningful. By doing things we love, make us feel good, happy, enjoying things, fulfilling. Animals and plants have their meaning programmed into their DNA, they know exactly what their purpose here is, and they fulfill it, every day. Maybe the hidden part, the one we haven't been able to decrypt yet, of our DNA is the humans "meaning of life". We seems to have lost it somewhere in evolution. Or maybe we were given a choice. Choose your own destiny. As I see it, there is no "purpose" to universe, life and everything. It's just a bunch of events, chances taken and chances lost, random, and now we're here. And we're demanding so many answers from outside when we really have them ourselves. If you look at a life. You have so and so much time. Varsågod. Do what you want with it. Onlly you yourself who can decide how you want to spend that time, purpose or not. That is the meaning. You choose your own meaning. Living realising this, or living, thinking you are "forced" to do stuff cause someone told you to do it, or every one else does it, why should I be different. Conscious choosing. Everything you do and say affect your surroundings. We go around thinking we are meaningless, what we do doesn't make any difference in the large sense, we can't affect the world. It does all the difference! Cause if you start thinking, then others might start thinking, and we're on the way to solving our environmental problems or finding a sustainable way to make poverty history. Make your choices. Live.
Go around, seeking happiness, buying new things, getting another job, moving to a new apartment. True happiness lies in making other people happy.
Quelqu'un M'a Dit - Carla Bruni
On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...
Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?
On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ...
Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?
Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,
J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"
Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit...
Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit...
Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors ?
