Over the summer I have been pondering the meaning of life, the reason for existence, and what we are here for. I have considered a whole range of possibilities varying from there being no meaning or point at all, through to life being so amazing in itself that that is the point. Obviously I can’t possibly come up with all the answers, but I can share my thoughts and views.
The main reason I have been thinking about the point of it all is that I have reached a stage in my life where I can begin to plan out a path for myself. My children are growing up and I will no longer be needed at home as much, so I can start to make my way in the world and create a life that will continue to be fulfilling and interesting long after my children have grown up and moved on with their own lives. But now that I’m faced with the infinite options, how on earth do I begin to choose?