“The human heart can only find meaning in the smallest of moments? They’re here. Among us. In the shadows. In the light. Everywhere.”
It’s a quote I heard recently, as an intro to one episode of a fictional story on TV. The show includes this sort of things every episode. It is philosphical and I suspect one of the shows many attractions is to liberally sprinkle deep thoughts or puzzling questions to the watchers, in an almost subliminal way.
It made me think of how I feel, riding, blasting through corners, eyes focused on the curve of the road, where nothing but the moments can exist.
My uncle said to me today about the Isle of Man TT, that it is crazy and ought to be stopped because it is too dangerous. Anyone who has travelled in a car with him is, I am certain, very very aware of their own mortality!
So I think, that unfortunately, Douglas Adams didn’t get it right when asking about the meaning of life.
And it isn’t about material things, though advertisers try all day, every day, to convince us otherwise.
The meaning of life is in those special moments. Whether they be spent climbing a mountain, swinging one grip precariously after another, sharing a joke or a hug with that family member you fell out with so long ago that neither of you remember why, or just watching the sun go down, slipping beneath the horizon and cascading pastel shades across the sky.
The meaning of life, it is in the moments.
You just need to remember to be vigilant and look out for thrm.