The Meaning of Life
By - Casper Rigsby
A Day to Remember
Our lives are merely a collection of experiences. We call them memories.
Every one of us lives in the past, because the moment something happens
it's gone forever - except in our memories. Everything that makes us comes
from those experiences, which is why, when I see someone suffering from a
disease like Alzheimer's, it absolutely breaks my heart. They lose themselves
piece by piece as their memories are stolen from them. For me, that is a fate
worse than death. It's like having your very consciousness destroyed a little
at a time. Everything that gave their life meaning and purpose just fades
away and what is left is merely an empty shell that has been robbed of life.
As a very introspective person, I spend a great deal of time with my
thoughts and exploring my memories. At 33, I am still getting to know
myself and I've come to see that this will likely never change. I continue to
grow and change and experience new things every day that affect who I am
and because of this, the man I am today is not the man I'll be tomorrow and
he isn't the man I was yesterday. But my experiences today will affect the
man I am tomorrow and I don't ever want to lose that. For all the failures,
the tears, the heartbreak, and the loss - those memories are me. They are
all I am. To lose even one would be to lose a part of myself. They give my
life meaning and purpose. They are my life.
Forty Two
"O Deep Thought computer," he said, "the task we have designed you
to perform is this. We want you to tell us...." he paused, "The
Answer."
"The Answer?" said Deep Thought. "The Answer to what?"
"Life!" urged Fook.
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