LIFE QUESTIONS | PHILOSOPHY | IKIGAI
What if there is no meaning to life?
(or there is nothing to know?)
For those who follow me here on Medium, and certainly for those who subscribe to my mailing list (both options are clickable on the very page that you’re on right now), it is no secret that I am doing a book on the meaning of life. I have written about this project several times before. There are three of us. My German-Spanish co-author and me, and a Japanese psychologist & psychiatrist who passed away in 1979, and who the two us who are alive have been admiring to pieces for decades.
Three authors. One book. The meaning of life.
Today I was up again at 4 AM — I have been jetlagging for a few months now - and suddenly it struck me how easy it would be for one to expect our book to be quite a handful — I mean, the meaning of life and all that, it cannot be peanuts, can it?
But nothing of the sort. The book on the meaning of life, now about to be finished, with a “final” draft sent to the publisher, turns out to be a book somewhat smaller than anticipated. How can it be so small? Why must it be that the whole thing is so small that it is freaking me out?
And then, look, a series of thoughts even more daunting dawn upon me.
