Have you ever taken the time to contemplate the meaning of life? I don’t do it very often because I’m still not sure life has any real meaning.
No, I’m not a nihilist. I’m just not someone who feels the need to seek out an answer to life’s true purpose or what my role in this world should be, other than to survive as long as I can and to make the most of my short existence on this planet.
Okay, maybe I am a bit of a nihilist.
But the other morning I was sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper and drinking my morning coffee and I found myself wondering about life, what it all means, and how I fit in. So I asked my wife, who was sitting across from me busily working on that day’s newspaper crossword puzzle, what she thought the meaning of life is. Without even bothering to look up she said, “Huh?”
“What is the meaning of life?” I asked again.
“I don’t know,” she said, clearly disinterested. “Why don’t you asked Siri?”
So I picked up my iPhone, pressed the home button and said, “Siri, what is the meaning of life?”
This was Siri’s one-line answer:
That works for me!
This is my entry for this week’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.