You know Countdown, that quiz show on the telly? I think life’s a bit like the numbers mini-game, on that.
Douglas Adams said that the answer to the meaning of life is forty-two. However, I’ve never seen written – or seen an interview with him, where he said – exactly what he meant? (If you have, please let me know).
Did he mean there isn’t one – That looking for a meaning is a ridiculous thing to do – And so he made up a silly answer to demonstrate that fact?
Or, did he mean that everyone has their own number – their own interpretation of what life means to them – their own wants and goals, their own way to be satisfied, their own target that they want to reach?
I like the idea that he meant the latter. That – instead of one number that everyone has to reach – everyone is trying to get to their specific number, doing all they can to make the components they are given equate to the answer that they want.
And sometimes, when I’m eight-year-old me, I think that forty-two is a hell of a number to have got to – But then I read Peter Stringfellow got almost fifty-times higher than that! 😉
I’ll be serious again – eight-year-old me has gone outside to play – I know what the answer appears to have been for me. If life is about being rewarded – about the feeling you get when you hit your number square on the nose – then I think you are very lucky indeed to experience it. I certainly feel that way. I think I would like another go at climbing that mountain – And I guess you don’t know whether or not you would, unless you give it a go.
Maybe I get a chance to find another target with different components – Or maybe I get another go at trying to make another number out of the same component I started the first round with – I guess only time will tell?
Nice
I saw written that Ugo Ehiogu had said that he enjoyed giving money to beggars. That the feeling – the reward – he received was the buzz it gave him.
Is being nice – if being nice is a problem – meant to be like that? Needing someone to do it for, is what someone once said to me.
I don’t think nice is what it is – Or Ugo wouldn’t have said that it gave him a buzz, would he?