Having watched a documentary on Darwin, I feel strangely relieved. Apparently, life is purposeless. To elaborate this further, the theory purports that life is not evolving towards a particular goal. The beautifully ingenious biodiversity we are a part of has been designed, contrary to popular belief, not by an intellectual being, but by gradual evolution from comparatively plaintive unicellular organisms. Although I had read about it back in school, this time I viewed the idea from a whole new perspective – that of an aimless wanderer.
Unlike some of my fellow mates who have, by intriguing means, always been aware of their goals, I have always been a rather aimless dabbler. Questions such as the purpose of my existence, the ultimate aim of my life have always baffled me and I’ve never come closer to understanding the need to answer those. Perhaps, that is why the idea of a purposeless evolution is so consoling.
Not only is it consoling, it’s also quite compelling. Besides relieving us of the burden of the guilt for living a purposeless life, it also provides us with a better way of looking at it. Perhaps, life is meant to be lived in the present, by shunning our emphasis on a life full of concerns, by indulging in all that is beautiful. Perhaps, indulgence isn’t such a bad thing.
If indeed there’s an intelligent creator out there, He might be chuckling in delight at the mess we’ve led ourselves into, while we could simply have lived, embracing the chaos in awe, admiration and in glee.