The longer I live, the more I feel we do not need the meaning of life to be happy.
I do not believe other humans will ever find the meaning of life. Still, I can easily imagine that there are relatively happy people. Indeed, I am one of them. Thus, I am convinced we do not need our lives’ purpose to be content humans. I do not believe that there is something like a Universal truth, that truth that would provide answers to all questions and doubts. The longer I live, the more I see that it’s impossible to obtain definitive knowledge about the Universe surrounding us. Do I consider myself a happy person? Yes, I do.
I live with my beloved Kamilka, have tremendous parents, family, and friends, have a job and passion (every content you see on the www.adammazek.com blog is considered my hobby), and do intermittent fasting and expose my body to cold to remain healthy and possess well-being on the highest possible ever.
Even though I have some crises and lousy moods, I do not always have a euphoric state of mind (by the way, did such a constant, elated state of mind would not be a nightmare?), I still consider myself a happy person. My state of well-being fluctuates, but there are no great peaks and depressions. I would call myself a stable and satisfied person. Perhaps, I am also a dumb one, like 99,99% of other humans. Why? Because we all live on our planet Earth, most of us have many things to do daily, but we all do not know why we do it. Of course, most of us would say that we live to earn money and to improve our social status. For me, it is only a partial answer. The true meaning of life is unknown, but this fact does not prevent us from being happy.
