I don’t contemplate the meaning of life stuff to often, but there seems to be something here so I decided to think on it for a bit as I sit here coding websites.  Websites are full of order. The better you are at creating order, the better your code will function and the better it is to review or change.  Notice how I use that fun word, “better.”  Is it?  In this case, maybe.  But in life?  If you ordered your life by planning things out completely from start to finish, or even just planned a month in advance would that be “better?” If I were to march down the streets of life doing everything as I meant it to happen, life itself would have little meaning.  Yes, you could still do go things with your so called life, but that’s not the point of life. Life is a series of decisions much like programing. yes & no, true or false.  We’re just a bunch of computers saying yes or no to the circumstances of our day. The more ordered our lives are, the less alive we are. If we plan what we are going to do next week, we have just taken away part of the chaos, but we have also robbed ourselves of the chance to make those yes or no decisions as they happen.

This seems like a logical train of thought, so why don’t we get a bit more confusing.  By creating the order by planning for what we’re going to do next week, we have created a beautiful opportunity to create a nice bit of chaos.  Next week when we had planned to take a walk around the park, why don’t we instead decide to go on a jog around the lake. We make this decision spur of the moment as it happens.  Did we actually create order in real life then if we had just planned to do something, or was it just in our heads? Well, lets look at that. We had to have created order to make chaos.  We also need to realize that if the order was just in our heads, every action we take in our day to day lives  has no order to it and is based on a chaotic decision from our past realities. 

So what happens if we choose to only ever make spur of the moment chaotic decisions?  Well, we’ve made a “choice” which insinuates we have a plan of order.  How can that then be chaotic? But we did only make that plan of order one time, rather than making many plans, so maybe this is closer to living with those spur of the moment chaotic decisions that other ways of living.

I think what I’m trying to put forth, as I write this little essay in a very chaotic manner, is that the closer we become to chaos, the more alive we are, and the closer we become to order, the more machine like we are.

We must have been giving the chaotic free will of choice, while at the same time been given the ability to create order, to insure that don’t digress to one of the polar opposites.  If we lived in chaos, we would be full of life, but our life would have no meaning.  If we lived in order, we would have full meaning, but no life.

If we think on the idea that chaos and order have to be there for “life” and “meaning” to happen then we can start to contemplate what the meaning of life is.

It seems to make sense from this line of thought that life is simply here for us to make chaotic choices based off of some sort of order, and that the choices are what is important.  Maybe we should start thinking about this in “the meaning of choice” from now on.  Choice is at the root of it all. Choice is chaos and the lake of choice is order.  Choice is what made me start typing this tonight rather than going to bed (which probably would have been the smarter, more ordered, meaningful thing to do).  

So why choice? Choice is chaos. But wait, choice is also order.  The randomness of choice gives us the chaos, while the fact that a choice has to eventually be made (or doesn’t), gives us order. Chaos and Order are so intertwined that one can only conclude that they can’t exist without each other. This gives way to the thought that we not only have to have the chaos of choice, but that our choices also must be meaningful to some sort of order.  

So the meaning of life is to make meaningful choices?  I’m not really sure. I guess that’s for you to decide. The one thing I know now is that if I don’t make the meaningful choice to go to bed, I will regret it in the morning.