Fair warning, today’s post might get a little philosophical.
I think I gave it away in the subject there, but there is no meaning to life.
(And no it’s not 42!)
The greatest news of all is that we get to choose our meaning to our lives.
There is no meaning to life except to the one you give it.
See, for those of you who have religions and believe in god(s), you may have a different view on this, but as an atheist, I’ve come to the conclusion for myself that there is no meaning to life on Earth.
There’s no special, or great power that put us here, and we each don’t have a purpose to work towards that we are supposed to fulfill before our time is up.
We are simply people who are put on here to live, that is, to grow up, eat, find shelter, warmth and then eventually grow old and pass on.
Sounds all rather “circle of life” and depressing, doesn’t it?
Except it doesn’t have to be.
A picture I took of a lone lotus flower in a pond while traveling
While there is no given meaning to life on Earth, it just means that you have to decide what you want as the meaning to your life and by that, I mean what you think you want your purpose to be on Earth.
If you choose to look at your life and see it as miserable, depressing, get into debt for junk you don’t want or need, and then work until you’re dead trying to pay it all off, then that’s your life.
If you choose to see your life as a great adventure where you’re able to basically choose your own path and do what you want, even if it means giving up luxuries of life by traveling the world and living on very little money by working odd jobs here and there, then that’s your life.
If you choose to see your life as a life of doing good, then everything you do, ties in with being a good person such as volunteering your time, adopting lots of children (or even animals) who need homes, charitable donations, giving away your resources, and being good, then that’s your life.
You get to choose, and that’s the scariest thing of all.
As for myself, I choose to feel free, which is why every decision I have made (both good and bad), came of my own liberty, and doing something that eventually turned sour, like thinking the U.S. was a better place to live than Canada for me, was an extremely liberating choice.
Even though I ended up back in Canada, there is no greater physical freedom than to say: I choose to leave this country, and live in another.
I’ve done this once in my life before (less my choice, more my parents’ choice), and I did it again when I moved to the U.S. I almost did it a third time to give Australia a try, but I decided to nix that whole process.
A picture I took while traveling.
The point is that I chose to live a free life on my terms, in as much as the word ‘free’ can mean to me.
I became a minimalist so that I don’t feel tied down to anything.
I became a nomad of sorts so that I don’t feel tied down to any place.
I travel for pleasure because I like seeing how other people live elsewhere, and I like living like a local when I can.
I became a consultant so that I don’t feel tied to any one task (each job is a different challenge and project).
I became a freelancer so that I don’t feel tied down to any client (read: boss), or city.
I budget, track my expenses & save my money to be fully independent to be able to pay my own way so that I don’t feel tied or obligated to anyone financially, even if I am with them.
All, some or a bit of this might be uncomfortable for many people, but the idea of liberty is peppered throughout my life and my lifestyle.
Even when I have kids, I will definitely have to make changes to my nomadic lifestyle, but my raison d’être remains the same: to feel and be free.