The meaning of life? Looks like I can't figure it out... Well, who can actually? Let me tell you what I think though. And you can share your insight too.

To have children, to continue your kin, some say is the meaning of life. But what about having children? It's the happiness they bring, you will probably say... But you will die, they will die too. The next generations will also die after that. And finally, all of humanity. And then, in the absolute ultimate account, what if giving birth to these children, has absolutely no meaning for the universe in which we live?

Some believe in God, heaven and hell. I almost envy them, because they have a reason to live, a meaning for that life, and a goal. But I don't believe so I have to think of an answer elsewhere.

People somehow never realized that we are just meaningless ants, which, by a coincidence of biological processes (which we even argue about how much we really understand) on the planet, have found themselves in the middle of a large, infinite space, which in itself will probably one day disappear, if what we think we know about it is true.

We are just a collection of atoms with feelings that think we are important.

But alas, we are not important to the planet we live on. And our ego doesn't seem to understand that - we want to be important and to matter. But it is a fact that our planet will be better off without us. Without us in our current form. Because the only thing we know is ruining it with plastic, by killing animals, by wasting resources, by burning forests, by starting wars, with poverty for some at the expense of wealth for greedy idiots that we choose to ruin our countries, with corruption, malice, alienation... Should I list more? We all know the rest. And we are not doing anything to change it.

We are both the highest form of life and the most stupid one - we allow slavery, violence, racism, homophobia, greed, eating disorders, and more... We don't even know our basic human rights.

Let me ask a twisted question for a bit of reflection - you're currently on a dying planet that revolves around a burning ball in an infinite space: does it really matter if people are fat/thin, gay/straight, black/white?

Do we really need money and status to guide us to everything?

"But the world revolves around money" - No, the world revolves around the star we called the Sun. Some old greedy people have arranged it to their liking, so that now we kill each other for papers with the faces of famous people on them.

Why did they do this? To control us. And see how well it works now.

That's why I liked the recent ending of the series "Money Heist". It showed a great example of how money, gold, and the economy based on them, are just a phycological barrier to us all.

Also, the most absurd thing (for me, personally) on this planet and about us as humans - racism. For example, why would anyone even think that black lives are less valuable than others? What goes in the mind of a racist to think something so stupid? Why have we, humans, never been together in anything? Why are we like this - to make people go and protest that they matter? I can't understand how the most intelligent creatures can think that one of their own may be different somehow like a person because of the color of their skin... Could an almost white sparrow hate a dark brown one? Of course not. They are not stupid.

It's like we always focus on the wrong things in life. We are not important, the only thing we can do is to know and understand what is around us. Admirations for people like Elon Musk who want to take us to Mars. But with all due respect to their work - does it make any sense to lead today's humanity there? Or anywhere else? I want to see Mars too, I want to see the whole universe and beyond to find some meaning (and I blame Doctor Who for my disappointment that this will never happen). But I know that people will ruin it and I wonder why do we even try to reach other planets before we try to fix our own? To ruin them too?

Recently I read about a tribe on the North Sentinel Island. All they want is to be left alone. They don't want us near them, to steal their food and carry our deseases. In their history, there was a moment when some scientists decided to basically kidnap children and elderly from the island. The elderly, of course, couldn't survive with us because they were not immune to our deseases so, to not risk it further, the scientists returned the children (with gifts as sorry). Like closing the stable door after the horse has bolted. Why did they even think that would be a good idea in the first place is beyond me. And no wonder those people are ready to kill everyone who comes near them. We basically lost our right to judge them on that after killing some of their families.

Maybe this is the meaning of human life - to destroy... That's how it turns out to be, that's all we do. But it doesn't sound very nice and cool, does it? It's a pretty grim conclusion that no one wants to believe.

Maybe I'm wrong, of course. Maybe it does have a meaning, maybe there is something beyond death... Isn't that why some people believe in their God - so that their life can have a meaning. Of course, another topic is that religion is sometimes like the idea of racism - it is used mainly for control, sowing hatred, and murder (depending on the religion).

Well, whatever life really is, I'm thinking of living it to the fullest, at least to be happy, I'm already here anyway... We'll see in around a hundred years what the big conclusion will be. Or we won't see...

For now, I just hope more people could think about how bad we've become and how much better we can live if we just break away from most of the rules and stigmas that keep us under control. Let's live like the smartest mammals we're supposed to be. So that at least it could make a little hit more sense to be here - we will help our planet (and possibly our future ones), rather than just destroy it.

That sounds more optimistic, right? But alas, difficult to achieve with our current mindset.

Okay then... I'm going to look for the meaning of life. And you are most welcome to share your opinion on the subject!

1. I started writing in the fifth grade when I was about 12 years old. It all started with a very silly (yet I would dare to say charming, if rewritten in a better way) story about two girls who decide to go on a big adventure in search of a special four-leafed, glowing clover - it was full of drama, super unrealistic dialogue, cheesy (read that as very cringy) love/hate relationships and a pacing that was faster than Speedy Gonzales. Then the idea of ​​two men traveling through time with an old magical compass came to me and started my habit of not finishing anything that's more than 10 pages long. Both stories are pretty silly, now that I read them at my current age. But back then I was very proud (still am, actually - they were at least interesting as ideas and are a great memory) and the teachers at school gave me good reviews. I still don't know how and why, guess they wanted to be nice, but thank God for that as I don't deal with criticism very well... All that motivated me to continue and not stop creating. I've had periods of writing fictional stories, documenting my weird dreams (nightmares, to be more precise) for the day time traveling is invented and I can show them to Sigmund Freud for a more in-depth analysis, and now I'm more into short stories and poems. If I'm not in some kind of writer's block, of course.

2. Writing helps me grow a lot - both creatively and as a person. It helps me express my thoughts concisely and logically structured. That's something I can never do while talking because I don't have the time to think and organize my ideas (after every single conversation I start remembering all the cool and interesting things I could have said). Plus, my brain always works faster than my mouth which results in that awkward tongue-twisting we've all experienced. Writing also raises my self-confidence, further develops my imagination, makes me see and appreciate better the simple things in the world. Although, I admit that it also makes me question, even more than usual, all the complicated existential problems (thank you, my friends, overthinking, worry and rumination). I see that as a positive side of writing and creating because it challenges me to develop more deep thoughts on the problems and calm my mind by penning them down.

3. My ultimate goal is to become a famous (cliché, I know...), liked and respected writer (preferably for National Geographic). Ever since I was a child who read National Geographic Kids in search of Wally, I have wanted to write for them so that I can combine my two greatest passions - writing and traveling. But even if I don't get there and reach that goal, I'll be happy one day to be able to make a living off of writing anything I find interesting, especially topics of other cultures, books, movies, adventures, hidden world gems, mystery and oceanography.