Like rhymes in a cookbook

"Arts degrees are awesome!
And they help you find meaning where there is none. And let me assure you, there is none. Don’t go looking for it.
Searching for meaning is like searching for a rhyme scheme in a cookbook:
you won’t find it and you’ll bugger up your soufflé.

I said at the beginning of this ramble that life is meaningless.
It was not a flippant assertion. I think it’s absurd: the idea of seeking “meaning” in the set of circumstances that happens to exist after 13.8 billion years worth of unguided events. Leave it to humans to think the universe has a purpose for them. However, I am no nihilist. I am not even a cynic. I am, actually, rather romantic. And here’s my idea of romance:

You will soon be dead!
 Life will sometimes seem long and tough and, god, it’s tiring.
 And you will sometimes be happy and sometimes sad.
And then you’ll be old. 

And then you’ll be dead!

There is only one sensible thing to do with this empty existence, and that is:
fill it. Not fillet. Fill. It.

And in my opinion (until I change it), life is best filled by learning as much as you can about as much as you can, taking pride in whatever you’re doing, having compassion, sharing ideas, running, being enthusiastic.
And then there’s love, and travel, and wine, and sex, and art, and kids, and giving, and mountain climbing … but you know all that stuff already.

It’s an incredibly exciting thing, this one, meaningless life of yours.
Good luck!"

-Tim Minchin