The End of Life

No, it’s not when you’re medically certified to be ‘brain-stem’ dead.

There’s a reason why it is called the end of life. Otherwise we might end with a beginning. Which breaks the law of chronology, I suppose.

Life is just an everlasting battle for an end which never arrives. Nor would this understanding cease to exist. My pluralistic-rationalizing tendency often fails me when it comes to deciphering the philosophical conundrum of life- leading me to the only realm of thought in my sociologically Marxist mind. Can’t help in thinking that everything seems to be a conspiracy. Maybe the conspiracy of life is that there is no conspiracy. Maybe that‘s the meaning of life for me. To discover the overly-paranoid fact that life was never a conspiracy.

If life was a “real life” battle, I think it should be pretty obvious to anyone now (that includes me) that there never will be a winner. It is rooted in a fallacy which is incapable of yielding a winner; everyone is and always will be the loser. So we strive for an unattainable end, which is rightly so. Justice was always there, any belief to the contrary would either be a denial of its harsh existence or the ignorance of it. Yet, the living soul called ‘human being’ unquestionably continues to seek for it. Only to meet an end which never was.

So maybe the meaning of life is to discover this fact. Or the denial of this fact. A human creation of purposelessness that internalizes in us all a purpose. I came across a tautological philosophical opinion once. It claims that the meaning of life is to search for the meaning of life because that would give us a meaning to our lives. But the question runs: since the meaning of life seems to lie in the search itself, then we will never find the meaning of life, because life would be meaningless once we found it, will we? But if the meaning of life is the search itself, then we will never get to see what we are searching for, until it all ends. By which time we will never get to see it either, if there is, that is.

The human being is an agent created for the task of looking for a task to perpetuate the legacy that there never was a task in the first place. Or that there was but it never was created to be completed. Like wasted lives which serve a higher purpose, a benevolent one?

Some people tend to think that this belief has only a negative connotation. That it is held by those who only feel that way. They rationalize this belief into a relativistic way to say that what is at the end of the day is really what you take it to be, to say the least. If we were to succumb to human nature (in Thomas Hobbes’s context), what do you think will be the desired end and meaning to life? Is there really a pre-determined end for us to discover? Or that there really isn’t one because we choose what our ends are? Doesn’t the latter have a negative connotation as well, since we helplessly submit to a relativistic thought in the failure to discover the “real” end, if there ever was?

OR,
It might just be another episode of my imagination conspiring against me to think that way, as always.

Maybe there never was a battle or an end to begin with. Am I destructing all possibilities?

Or am I hypothesizing?