Listening to a podcast the other day, one of the participants started to talk about the meaning of life. It all sounded pretentious. None resonated. But then I stopped walking and a thought hit me: “there is no meaning of life.” Life has no meaning. The universe doesn’t care. There is only one fact of life, and that is: we all die. Since then I have thought more about this and it feels pretty freeing.
on the meaning of life
Carsten Schmidt
@carstens