An expansion on the meaning of life

Have you ever gotten nervous? Why is that? Have you ever been in "the zone?" So in tune to something you become within bliss ignorant of all else except to as in hand? Why is that? To me, this is the meaning of existence and the proof of relevance. Why would any of this matter of life did not matter? Why would you get nervous if there was nothing to your existence? As if the task you are doing is the least significant thing you are doing.

Imagine going to an orchestra performance. They are playing the most beautiful symphony you've ever heard. The conductor is perfectly in tune with the orchestra. The symphony is a pure bliss of a masterpice. The audience is silently sychonize. Deeply enthralled by the piece. The sounds is so divine it is said to bring hearing to the deaf. The orchestra begins to reach for their climax. Your body grips to your chair with ease as it naturally braces the feather pillows of the seat. It feels as if you were falling from the sky, but reached to the point where it feels like you are flying. As you feel this limitless bliss of music The Man next to you leans over and says "You know it is going to end right?" Your flying returns to falling head first. It is as if now you realize you forgot your parachute. The crowd remains in awe. You look back at Him dazzled and confused. Then you lip read back to say "End?" He quickly responds almost expecting the question to say "Yea. End. Like the show. The performance. It's going to end." You begin to comprehend what is going on, but are a lost for words. You are living between moments at this point. One part of you can feel the amusement from the crowd still within their bliss. The vibrations of the orchestra are at play. You are having to maintain a social interaction with The Man who has the most knowing look on his face. As if he is so understanding of something, but ignorant as to what is going on. The orchestra reaches its final tune. The audience roars. You are not sure what to feel. You go back home that night, thinking. "I know it was going to end, but that wasn't the point."

What do you tell a child who is in pain? "Oh, the world is going to burn up and you have no real significance on this planet anyway so what do your feelings matter"

No.

You give them faith. "Everything is going to be okay."

Why? What is that? Why don't we treat life like that? Why don't we treat everything we do with significance?

What if I told you every little thing you do matters? What if I told you every act you do has a collateral effect on the world for an eternity? Every thought you have is really a choice for an act that will be a catalyst for a ripple in the tide. Your moth wings will cause a never ending tornado of healing or suffering (maybe both). I think I got this from the idea of the Holy Spirit. "I am leaving, but something greater is coming." We act as if we die. As if our presence is not felt from those around us. Every action we take creates and sets a mood and a tone within someone. An unconscious memory that is bestowed upon each other. Passed down from generation to generation. Manifesting itself in more ways than one. What a beautiful thought.

How are you impacting the world around you? Are you trying to do good? Are you barring responsilbity not only for yourself, but for the ones around you? How much more good can you do?

What is the meaning of life? Life is the meaning. It is all around you. You are experiencing it without consent. The orchestra will stop playing, but that is not the point. "Life is not a race, but it is a dance." I would add that if life was a race I would have just shot myself by now. Because isn't death the end? Could I not just jump to it first? Or is death not the end? Maybe "you" never die.