Life is an odd thing, isn’t it? It’s something we all
go through, albeit in different circumstances and to different lengths,
yet most of us have at some point pondered the thought of exactly what
‘life’ is and why we are here living it. If we are to believe Douglas
Adams’ theory then the answer to that is 42, but however tongue-in-cheek
his hypothesis may be, unfortunately the answer to this eternal question
is never going to be as simple and clear-cut.
I’m no philosopher, even when my mind is relaxed under
the influence of alcohol, but the question of what life is all about is
indeed a fascinating one. To me it’s less about philosophy in the general
sense, but more about how we live our lives on a day-to-day and
year-to-year basis. The basic pattern is, of course, that we are
conceived, born, we live and then die, and that is something that every
single human being that has ever existed (and indeed ever will) has in
common. But there’s an infinite uniqueness about each and every human life
which generates the fascination with the whole concept.
There’s so much divergence within different
civilisations in the world that each of the distinct groups live different
lives as entities themselves. The term ‘Western World’ has become known as
to mean ‘Developed World’, yet I always see this as a subjective term
which ‘we’ (being part of the Western World) bestow upon ourselves, for we
see ourselves as being more developed and dare I say more civilised that
other races and cultures. But how do other civilisations view themselves,
and perhaps more importantly, how do they view us? There are still
numerous tribal peoples living in relatively unknown parts of the world
such as the Amazonian jungle, but I’m sure most of them have at some point
had contact with people from the Western World. If this is true and we can
then assume that they are aware of us and know something of how we live,
then what images and opinions do they now hold about us? Perhaps we would
like to assume that they are in awe of our technology and scientific
advances (if indeed they understand them), our (mostly) civilised
behaviour and our seemingly unstoppable quest to explore our planet and
beyond. But what if they think the opposite? What if they look down on us
as being less civilised that they are? Perhaps their simple existence is
in fact considerably more civilised, refined and satisfactory that ours?
Of course this would also be a subjective view on their part, but it does
provoke some interesting conjecture. But I’ve seen enough documentaries on
the TV to know that these seemingly primitive groups have their own
hierarchy, their own governments and their own law and order, yet they
aren’t involved in international warfare, they have no pollution (at least
not self-induced) and they certainly don’t suffer from the claustrophobia
and stress which affects nearly all of us in the so-called Developed
World.
This concept of how we as a human race view each other
is part of the wonder that is life itself. Another interesting aspect is
how we (and I’m now referring to us in our Developed World) deal with what
life throws at us. I’ve already mentioned that we are all born, we live
our lives and then we die. Obviously the bit in the middle is the most
interesting part (though some would argue that the unknown afterlife – if
there is such a thing – is far more interesting), but a lot of it is
seemingly bad stuff, something which we’re especially aware of if we’re
feeling particularly low. We’ve all been through the shit that life throws
at us from time to time, be it bereavement, financial worry, illness and
so on, but the fascination is how we deal with these situations and get
through them. Part of the reason we do is that we know that it’s not
always like that; that life can also be wonderful, full of beauty and awe,
full of goodness and love. And that, for me, is really what ‘life’ in its
loosest sense is all about. It’s riding out the storms and relaxing in the
calms, and never forgetting when you’re down that things will always
improve. The irony of the situation is that in a way we need the pain of
life to enable us to appreciate the positive aspects of it even more. It’s
the joy of life that enables us to deal with the pain, and the pain of
life which allows us to appreciate the joy, and as long as they both exist
then life will go on. And it’s amazing what seemingly insignificant things
can bring such joy to our lives.
I’m not really sure why I decided to write this unusual
piece. I’m far from being down at the moment; in fact I’m more positive
and happy than I’ve been in a long time, mostly due to being in a new job
which I’m enjoying rather than dreading. It’s even helping me to deal with
the imminent anniversary of the passing of a loved one.
Life is amazing. Enjoy it, everyone.