Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

I arrived in Quartsite last night. The moon was orange and full. There were RV's parked willy nilly every where but if doesn't feel crowded. It was late but my windows were open. It was warm and smelled of dry desert. I felt welcome.

I have done nothing today except read, work on the computer, sleep and wonder.

Wondering about the meaning of life.

Then I am reminded:

"You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life." Albert Camus

But: Am I wasting what is left of my life?

I do not do this every day, by any means. But even a few times a week, is it a waste?

Could I be doing something constructive?  Could I be doing something helpful, productive and meaningful?

Or is this just my past indoctrinations talking? If I am enjoying myself, feeling relaxed and content how can it be a waste?

As Stephen King said,  "You discarded most of the lies along the way but held onto the one that said life mattered."

Plato believed the meaning of life is in attaining knowledge.

Epicurus believed the meaning of life is found in seeking modest pleasures. He said freedom from pain and freedom from fear are happiness in its highest form.

Stoicism teaches the meaning of life is freedom from suffering, through having clear judgement, not through indifference.

Pragmatism says that a practical, useful understanding of life is more important then an impractical abstract belief about life.

Natural pantheism says the meaning of life is to care for and look after nature and the environment.

So, The meaning of life is that life is meaningless. 

Unless, of course, you are attaining knowledge, seeking modest pleasures, not being indifferent, don't care about what is or what is not happening, stay practical, and you are looking after nature and the environment.

I LOVE THIS MEANINGLESS LIFE!