One day when I was in preschool, we were handed out this coloring page with an outline of a shoe. I remember coloring it all black, even the insole was colored black. I remember coloring with a lot of gusto and how much I enjoyed it, but when I showed it to my teacher it seemed to me that she didn't like it. And I doubted myself. I thought I had so much fun, but apparently I missed the point. I could've colored it differently, made the sole different. I could've done this or I could've done that. When my self-doubt crept in, I forgot that I had so much fun while I was doing it. I forgot that I was playing. I forgot that there was no right and wrong. The focus of the month is: What is the meaning of life? Do you find that you come up with this question when you're having the time of your life? When you're having fun, traveling, meeting amazing people, making peace with yourself, trying to bind in your asana, so on and so forth that give you some kind of pleasure in life, does this question become dominant in your life? My guess is not. It is when we are having an existential crisis, when we are filled with regret of the past or doubt about the present or fear of the future that we ask: What is the meaning of life? I am not saying that this question is not important, or that only depressed people ask this question. What I am saying is that perhaps this question is not answered by the intellect but rather answered by experience. We can overthink it, or we can just dive into life, play in it, color this life however way feels free and expressive and truthful and authentic, enjoy it and submerge in it,even if the answers cannot be found in words. Like David Life said, the way to heaven is heaven itself. The meaning of life is living. If we live that way, then when someone asks us what the meaning of life is, we can pick any incident, any slice, any aspect, any moment of our lives and say: This.
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