Monday, January 09, 2006

The Meaning of Life

The Meaning of Life

I took a philosophy course in college and was surprised to learn that many people spend an exorbitant amount of time pondering the meaning of life. I must confess that, until then, I had not given the Great Question much thought. I will also confess that during the years since that eye-opening experience, I haven’t spent more than a fleeting minute or two concerned with “Why am I here?” I have been having life rather than contemplating its significance, however, all of that is about to change.

Recently, the Atlanta Journal Constitution featured an article on life lists. Not to be confused with New Year’s resolutions, life lists are goals to be achieved before one dies. Most New Year’s resolutions are history by January 3rd. The article referenced Uma Thurman’s life list which concluded with “kill Bill.” I didn’t see the movie, so I don’t know if all her wishes came true, but the idea of making a life list intrigued me.

Unfortunately, I can’t think of anything to put on it. For someone who never spent much time setting goals or creating a master plan for achievement and success, I am at a loss here. Until I retired, I mostly stumbled onto things and was easily amused. There was never a carefully considered strategy. Hell, most of the lesson plans for my classes came from the ether. My dear principal, Jim Caneer, struggled to find the appropriate way to notate this on my last evaluation.

I have decided to ask my friends and family about their life lists, presuming of course that they are more evolved than I and have something to write down. These people are a colorful bunch, witty and smart, naughty and nice, independent thinkers who don’t hesitate to offer opinions about anything and everything. A sneak peak at what they believe to be important should prove interesting and insightful.

Should you decide to participate, please respond in the comments section. If you have my email address, you may also send your comments there. I promise to protect your privacy. I don’t want to be responsible if the police show up at your home or place of employment.

In the meantime, I will listen intently for inspiration from the ether.

Ohm!

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