I wouldn’t normally blog about my own personal existential issues, however, I was reading about the Cambridge boat race crew, and the time that the inimitable ethnographer Mark de Rond spent with them in 2007 in prep for that years challenge with Oxford (which they won by the way), and he puts things ever so eloquently when he says:
…see[s] life for what it is – an ongoing negotiation between the purposeful and void, between the desire for independence and the realisation that one is destined to be interdependent, caught between contentment and despair, wanting to live and wishing to die; or if not to die then simply, at the flick of a finger, not to be.
He goes on to quote from Soren Kierkegaard – How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it and why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought be a peddling shanghaier of human beings?
Of course pretty much most days, the meaning of life for me is a book, wine, chocolate, kids and the cats!