You know what the meaning of life feels like? Satisfaction. That's all anyone who questions the meaning of life is looking for.
Or rather, the right kind of satisfaction.
Like if at this very moment, I want the bus to come, I would be satisfied if the bus came.
Or like when I am playing golf in an indoor driving range. I am looking for that perfectly arching trajectory, hearing that perfectly crisp sound of the ball being hit and the feeling of effortless flight on my grip as the club sails into the ball and away into the green.
Every animal lives, eats, has sex, sleeps and hopes to die for and with satisfaction.
Fulfillment of the criterion of life is precisely the definition of the meaning of life. The irony is that in satisfaction of the requirements of life, one becomes happy with life itself, which also includes death.
So satisfaction makes one happy with death too.
That is all.
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