The Meaning Of

During a discussion about the meaning of life with my friend, we somehow began writing this story. I would write an installment, and then she would, completely making it up as we went. This is the result. Basically, for 70 some years, my friend searches for the grand question and answer to the meaning of life. Finally, after all that time, we come in contact again.


3. III


As I stared at the disappointing letter full of empty promises, I felt an anger rise in me. It was just like her to lead me on like this. Unconsciously, I had waited 74 years to hear from her. I had been patient. I had gone on living my life, but in the back of my mind, the question was always there. I had trusted her, and she had let me down. What a tease. I crumpled up the letter and let out a dissatisfied groan. Suddenly, I stopped. Realization hit me so hard that I forgot to breathe. Carmen Ramirez had in fact found the question. She had in fact found the solution. And she had kept her promise by sending me the letter to tell me about it. My heart fluttered as I pieced my thoughts together. The truth was that there was no question and that there was no answer. Life was too complex for only one simple beginning and end. It was everything. It was nothing. She had left the sentence open ended because there was no way to concretely finish the statement. Life was oblivion. Everyone owned their own little infinity. And yet, these infinities were so insignificant that they played no part in the universe. We were everything. Yet we were nothing. It all depended on what you were comparing it to. It was all relative. 

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