Oh my, hmmm. (?・・)σ
You know, way back when I was a young’un, I thought the meaning of life was this one generalized, overarching thing that applied to everyone. But now (after crying over my Supernatural feels and contemplating free will in-between tissues) I tend to think it’s something very personal and individualized.
I think each person starts out as a blank canvas, and that canvas gets added to over our lifetime. It’s not always orderly or cohesive, but that’s okay. I think it’s up to each person to look at their personal canvas and assign/find meaning.You define your life, not the other way around. Some people’s canvases might be full of pain and sorrow, but it doesn’t mean that it can’t be overcome.
Think Harry Potter. I’m of the belief that you could’ve put him in Slytherin or Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff and that wouldn’t have changed the person he became. That’s the gift and burden of free will: you decide, but take care in your decisions.
And that’s not to say a person only gets one meaning per life. I think the Doctor put it best: