Meaning is a dangerous word

 

The road of meaning is a meaningless one

In the end, we’re just endlessly chasing these conceptual and formless divine truths to convince ourselves of meaning and define a universal pathing, until we sit fine and satisfied with them, to just right after shove it down the throats of the rest of the world as a divine duty.

There is no truth. There is no path. Everything and every life is abstract, right or wrong are nothing but concepts of human creation.

For instance, even the evilness of killing someone could be justified by some abnormal view of the world, one that defends that ending another life leads to the end of suffering and benefit of deemed those.

We are all nothing but the children of our worldly perspectives and environments.

The truths that seem to apply to us, may apply differently or not apply at all to others, especially those who live in completely different environments and have grown up having completely different perspectives. Besides this, those rules and procedures can even be interpreted in different ways by each individual. Even if there’s a general tendency, we are all unique, so at some point, we’re gonna deviate from this standardized “truth”, which would need to be adjusted to fit each’s own.

 Since we’re all different but not all opposites, our universes may be close enough to touch but they will never be close enough to perfectly overlap. Though we spend a lot of our lives searching for those that overlap the most with ours, so we can share the most with theirs, finding there some comfort and reassurance, after all, we are social creatures and dependent on each other.

 

On a more positive note, we could define one main common pillar such as kindness, the actions and thoughts of creating well-being for those around us, following along with what seems to be the most common and pleasant line of approach towards people in our environments, thus creating a happier environment and happier people around us. Perhaps that could give our meaningless truths some sort of meaning to those around us, and maybe, spread them, little by little.

Perhaps the response of our universal truth to happiness lies in the construction of this comfort and happiness overlap with the universes of others, because our truth may not be the absolute one, but it’s one step closer to being so if partaken by another, and the more it spreads through our different universes, the more it approaches becoming the universal one.