
HUMAN
Near the end of HUMAN Volume 3, Argus says,
Don’t you have an easier question? The meaning of life. . . Sometimes I think of a phrase I heard as a boy, a friend who said, “Life is like carrying a message from the child you were to the old man you will be. You have to be sure that this message isn’t lost along the way.”
I often think of that because, when I was little, I used to imagine fine things, to dream of a world without beggars in which everyone was happy—simple, subtle things. But you lose those things over the course of life. You just work to be able to buy things, and you stop seeing the beggar, you stop caring.
Where’s the message of the child I once was? Maybe the meaning of life is making sure that this message doesn’t disappear.
If you had to come up with a single message from yourself as a child that is worth carrying with you to yourself as an older person, what do you think it would be?
Compose a post on your group blog in which you answer this question and reflect on the following as you do so:
Imagine yourself at 50, What will be the main preoccupation of your life then? Do you think you will be able to keep this message alive?
What does this message say about you as an individual? friend? partner? citizen?
Comment on the post of at least one other person of the blog you are designated as a commenter for.