What is the meaning of life? Explained


I have been somewhat MIA in the last few months. I’ve just been in a badass mood. Not the in a hot Lara Croft badass assassin’ kind of way, but more like a Bridget Jones the world-can-go-fck-itself kind of way. Everyone has a bad day now and again. And for me, I actually broke down in a depressive state the very same day Robin Williams had passed away few months ago. I was badass J-Vo. I hated the world and the world hated me. I’ve been disappointed by people recently, surrounded by some negativity and other people’s issues and as well as working on my own life plans. And finally, the my world came crumbling down when funny man Robbie Williams decided to fck the world too. What the fck, yo?

Tucked in a little ball on the couch, I sat sobbing, using Bambi’s (my dog) fur to wipe away my tears. See? Even the Tissue Box fcking with me. Tissue Box, why are you so far away looking smug on that table way over there? Life is so unfair! “Hu hu hu hu…” I continued to cry. My poor boyfriend “The Dude”, feeling helpless at the time and had no idea what was going and he did his best to figure it all out. “Do you have your woman period thingy?” I rolled my eyes at him, “You know I don’t get PMS! I thought you knew me… But you don’t know me at all!!! Hu hu hu…”  The poor dude gave it another go, “Are you stressed at work or something?” I just shook my head and continued to sulk. Then he finally came out with, “Okay… so I know I called you Jessica Biel in bed last night. I said I was sorry… I meant ALBA. ALBA! Forgive me….” I starred at him with death fiery eyes, “Forgive you? Does this ass look like Jessica Biel? Ha? Are you some kind of blind moron?! I am Jessica ALBA! ALBA…….” Grrrr… The world hates me! (If you’ve just tuned in to this blog, I’ve got some weird obsession with J-Alba).

Okay, so I dramatised the situation just a tad. But truthfully in my whirlwind of the world can go fck itself, I began to question as we all do from time to time, “What is the purpose of my life?” “Am I moving in the right direction?” “Is there more to life than just being ridiculously good looking?” Trying to find answers, I turned to the most knowledgeable person I know, Mr Google. “Mr Google, tell me… What is the meaning of life?” Mr Google responded with this following video:


What the fck Mr Google? The meaning of life is to ‘read’? To fcking read? Am I missing something here? I’ve watched this video several times now. This guy actually captured me with the first 2 mins, sharing the same questions I needed answering for myself. We had a bond for a moment there. He delivered his poetic religious rap with so much passion and I love that. But why didn’t he answer the bloody question? Your video title read “The Meaning of Life…” But instead you gave me all the facts about Allah and 0 + 0 + 0  can never equal 1? And If I’m lost then all I need to do is read? Thanks for nothing.

This video here by 3rd Graders explaining the meaning of life, however… Wow!


No… The meaning of life is not to grow a bamboo tree. It was a metaphor… Idiot! The meaning of your life needs to be answered by you and only you. What will make you happy? What are your goals? What are your dreams? And if you really want those things badly enough, then you need to get off your ass and make it happen. Because no one will do it for you. Get rid of the negativity that surrounds you. People like to impose their way of thinking on others. Honestly, I do it too. Why wouldn’t you want to be awesome like me, right? But everyone has a different view on how we should all live. Some people may say work hard, buy a home in the suburbs, have 2.5 kids and work in a stable 9 to 5 job. But know this… What is your happiness may not necessarily be my happiness. Vision your future “I’ve made it” moment and you will be on your way to determine your meaning life. If you want it… go get it… YOLO.

For me, I feel like I’ve been stretched with my time. I want to be a good friend, a good daughter, a good cook, a good worker, a good business woman, a good girlfriend, a good sister, a good blogger, a good everything, really. I want it all… I want to be there for the good times and be there to share your sorrows. But TIME is the one thing that I cannot buy more of. I need to get rid of distractions in my life and dedicate my time to ME. Focus on my goals and really just go for it. As there is no one else to blame but myself. Take each disappointment and turn it into something greater.

Sorry to go all hella deep on ya for a moment there. But basically, if you are searching for what the meaning of life is, don’t turn to anyone but you. Certainly, do not turn to Mr Google. He will just re-direct you to a lot of religious links which might be of some help. But you know what God would essentially say anyway. “Don’t be gay. Just reproduce,” which is what all living creatures on The Documentary Channel do; have sex and make more creatures. Humans, however are more evolved. We do have gays and we do have choices.

So after a little bit of soul searching and talking everything through with The Dude, I learnt to realise that I do have it pretty good. I appreciate the people and things I have in life. I just need to go for what I want. And you know what? Jessica Biel has a pretty hot ass anyway, so I’m okay with that too.

Signing out xoxo,



P.S. I just want to take a moment to thank all my readers and those who have religiously read every single SASS post. Thank you for your feedback and kind words, which has really meant a lot to me. Especially, from those who I haven’t seen for a while. Just remember, with every SASS, there are some truths and some fiction, but always an underlying moral to the story.


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