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Man's search for meaning just might be the biggest cliche to have ever existed. I currently find myself in the rarest of situations where I have literally no care in the world. When the mind is not occupied by the myriad worries that wrap it up in daily life, is it any wonder that it turns to large pursuits with vague outcomes?

Spotty wi-fi. Ah shit, I can't dumbly surf the internet. Damnit, I want to play guitar but I didn't bring my axe with me. After long struggle with austerity and simplicity I have no I desire for shiny, new possessions so shopping is out. There is music I want to listen to, but that also requires internet. Oh no! I have nothing to keep me from looking around me and going on walkabout in this busy, alien city!

What woes did I birth in a past life to be given, despite my perverse nature's whining, the time and ability to think?

I take as a fact that the human mind is a machine that attempts to solve problems, and it is especially good at finding simple, uncorroborated answers. To that end, why is the assumption that the meaning of life is complex?

Evidence points to the fact that my function on this planet is to eat, poop, and sleep. Those are, indeed, the most overriding impulses I've ever felt, and each need manifests itself most painfully when it is dire. Sure I've felt love and hate and those certainly override reason, but I've never in my life thought "If I don't love right now I think I'm liable to pass out/die of waste poisoning."

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