Človek asks many questions in life. Many of us ask what the meaning of life is. So, we philosophize. I enjoy thinking. I enjoy philosophizing. Why am I here? What would have happened to me if I had not been here? Sometimes I feel that I am here completely unnecessarily, that nothing makes sense. That everything is only development. A beginning—birth—and an end—destruction. An eternal cycle. Whether I am here or not. Everything repeats. With me, or without me. Am I only a toy of nature? A meaningless tiny piece that the wind can blow away, that water can carry away, that a gigantic force can destroy, against which a person is powerless? So should I let myself be carried by the current and do nothing? Or am I a toy of God? A God who sets conditions and is vindictive?
We keep dragging God into everything, giving him responsibility for everything. I like the God described by Donald Walsch, who wrote the three books Conversations with God. His God is not a judge but a friend. He is tolerant, understanding, after all, he created everything. Even temptations and traps, he is intelligent and must take into account that not all of us will get through them. He gave us freedom and many possibilities, and we want to try everything, both good and bad. If we do not follow the conditions, we punish ourselves. Everything is returned to us even without a trial. We create hell right here on earth.
There are eight billion of us. People are born and die all the time. Is it just one more or one less? Eckhard Tolle wrote that we are like one large jigsaw puzzle. If even one piece from the puzzle were missing, the puzzle would not be complete, would not be perfect. Every single piece makes up the whole. We are so important. We are said to have come here to be happy. We did not come here to save someone, or to prove something. We came here to feel good, to be joyful.
But what if we feel existential emptiness? We may have already experienced something, maybe we have fulfilled some task, maybe we are disappointed, tired of life, feeling hopeless, empty. Who will save us? Viktor Frankl said that despite everything, we need to say YES to life. What truly has the greatest value in life? For some it is the accumulation of property, status. For some, family, service to God. What if a person has everything and is still not satisfied? We actually need very little for life. The one who realizes this becomes "voluntarily modest."
Someone said that everything a person needs is LOVE. What if we do not have that love? Can one live without love? What will actually remain of us here? What value do we leave here? Do we even have to leave something behind here? After all, everything is so transient. Is love transient too? Or is love eternal? What meaning, then, does one human life have? Or is it enough just to BE?