The meaning of life is to aspire to something noble, something that is beyond us, and then for even a single instant to know that one is worth more than whatever pound of flesh keeps him alive. Even if we fail, to truly desire, to truly strive neck and neck with destiny — such is to live as life never knows. No one can ever stop us from knowing what this is: bound and gagged, trapped in a sack, thrown into the ocean: one can even in this most extreme state decide within himself that he is worthy, and discover meaning, die understanding a secret very few do. I wager none of us reading this will ever encounter such a fate, and so it would seem we have it easy in comparison. But many of us act like it is such with us, that we are trapped in a life we did not make. It doesn’t matter. The secret is within us all: both the question and the answer. Make sure when you’re asking what the meaning of life is, to discover what you’re really asking. And if you know, find the courage to face what the real answer may be, for that is the only prerequisite. To live life as it is: something that will never happen again.