Very incidentally, I read a piece of poem:
「Dark cloud and white cloud get married. We are cheering and picking the wedding candies they are sprinkling .」
Such an adorable poem and I could not help searching it wanna find out the creator. Then I met this documentary. BTW the poet is a teenager who lives in country with an ox.
I was extremely attracted deeply by this documentary. And finished it at a breath also with tears.
It’s telling us 12 firsts in life.
I have being thinking for a really long time on the meaning of life. Why do we have to live and what do we live for? In my thirties, I got my own answer for now. (It highly might be changed with my age growing but for now, this is my answer.)
That is there is no meaning of life itself. No one ever asked us do u wanna have a try on living? And no one could tell us clearly why u have to and how to live. Then we were given birth here, to the earth, in our family. So there is no destination of life at all. It just happened. Incidentally.
However, we have life anyway now no matter we are happy to or not. No one knows how to live correctly equals there is no fixed standard answer and we could live it anyway we like. Interesting and even kinda surprise to me when I noticed that. And what’s more, the journey of we finding the way we love to live, that exactly is the meaning of life ourselves. See? We entitle our life meaning ourselves and everybody’s differs!
The firsts in life closed. Some stories are sweet, some are bitter, but maybe for someone else it is the opposite.
That we call it our different meaning of life.