There is no meaning.
There is no way for you to know that you're alive or that there is death unless you were told about it.
Which means that you wouldn't know that there is a beginning and an end - unless someone told you.
Whether anyone told you or not, there is absolutely no possibility of ever experiencing the end. The death. There isn't a sensation in your body, or your mind, that can experience at that time.
Life isn't my life or your life. Life is life as it exists. The same life is in a mosquito, a tree, and everything in nature. Same life.
Does it have meaning?
Does it serve a purpose?
Death serves a purpose. Yes. When a plant dies, you and I eat it. It gives continuity to life. When an animal dies, it gives continuity to life for ten others. When you die, some being feeds on you, or you merge into the soil, in some way your death ensures continuity of life.
What purpose does life serve?
We imagine all sorts of purposes it serves? That's just our fears of ending. We have tremendous fears of endings - ending of life, ending of jobs, of incomes, of relationships, of God, of beliefs.
Our fears of endings invents concepts, ideas that we think can make us immortal - a higher purpose that can live forever, a house we built that can become ancestral, a company that might live forever…. Blah blah blah.
All this is delusion.
I am not giving you a pessimistic view here. This is what is:
The ending ensures that life (not mine or yours) and its beauty lives on.
The nature lives, flowers, grows so it can die to continue life.
We human beings unfortunately have separated ourselves from nature, believing that we are some higher beings and everything exists for me. And so me must have a higher purpose. This belief is passed on from one generation to another.
The only way for life to continue is death.
So the only way to really understand life is to die to our beliefs. And now see what is. Isn't it?
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