Over the year, my opinions on the meaning of life have changed slightly. For a long time now, I have considered the root of life’s meaning to be happiness yet now I think this may be a flawed goal system. After all, positive emotion is only half of the human spectrum. Denying one’s self true and utter sorrow is somewhat shorting yourself a great deal of human experience. Perhaps we are merely meant to feel. To exist. We should not deny or squash true feelings of sadness or anger but we should also not let those emotions become us. One of our many human missions I think is to experience the gambit of emotion, to find every subtle variation of love and hate, and to have the courage to feel each one fully. In essence, we are here, in part, to know ourselves.
