Meaning? Why ya gotta have meaning?

religious folks like to back up their far-fecthed claims by aruging that there has to be god, to give a "meaning" to life.  they say: "but if there's no god, what's the point then? why are we even here?"

to which i ask: why do we have to have a reason to be here? we're here. isn't that enough? looking out upon the vast cosmos -- looking at blips of light that are billions of years old in galaxies that have billions and billions of stars of their own that harbor billions and billions of possibilities, why must we create some arbitrary meaning to our little speck of space when none is necessary? 

instead, what we should do is learn to enjoy life as it is, now. we should make the best of it, be kind to others, be happy as we can be. there doesn't have to be a point, a reason, a goal to or for our existence.

i know this for sure: the last thing i want to do is adhere to some unproven supernatural "meaning" involving flying spaghetti monsters, to blindly follow the farcical tales of myth and legend created by less intelligent versions of our species thousands of years ago.

i'm damn sure.

stop worrying about what the "meaning" of life is and go make your own life meaningful... without the unicorns and fairies.

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