The meaning of Life

It's almost 10:30. I've been in uni for more than an hour
and a half. I just read a few pages of Craccum. I have a
box a milky green tea and a milo energy bar on my desk.
The equations on the wall are looking more and more like
a collection of squiggles, staring back at me almost
mockingly. I know I should start working soon. I really
should. Then again, if I rather read Craccum, of all things,
than working, I doubt I'll start working anytime soon.

Anyway. Spoilers to follow for the movie Nemesis Game. Don't
say I didn't warn you.

Watched Nemesis Game last night. Pretty good movie if not
just a bit strange, and loose ended if I may say. I still
think they could've done a bit better on the whole meaning
of life thing. I think it's a good concept that's not
carried far enough. Playing a riddle game in search of the
meaning of life sounded to me like it can go far. Although,
I suppose the main point (or the lack of it) is there.

Rather a pathetic point of view isn't it? Predetermined fate
is something I've been reluctant to accept. Maybe I'm too
afraid to think of the implication. The idea that whatever
you do is part of the big plan and you have no control of it
is rather terrifying. It's also irresponsible. Although,
sometimes when you look at life, it does at times seems like
they're all pieces of a puzzle. They all fit together to show
where you are now. Is it a matter of cause and effect? Or is
it all in a plan?

How about if we just focus on what's really important, rather
than speculate on the meaning of life?