Really fast cars

Life, in it's most basic form, is all about the pursuit (metaphoric, not literal) of really fast cars.

Now bear with me on this one, it takes some explanation. First, let's remove other pursuits; as the great mouse detective, Basil of Baker Street, once plagiarized, "Once you have removed the impossible, all that remains, however improbable, is the possible."

Right, to begin with there's love. Real, true, authentic, whatever. After a good deal of study and research, I have found that it is commonly deduced by the vast majority of people that there are plenty of fish in the sea and love can be found with a variety of people. There is not just one person for each other person; there is no great eugenics plan designed by some over-arching deity. People can be happily in "true" love more than once in their lives with different people. Some might argue that it's not true love if it ends, but that's another story and another blog. Also worth noting is that once you have found your ideal life partner you are done pursuing love, to put it unromantically; objective achieved, mission accomplished, return to base for a long and happy life. Therefore love cannot be the end because it has a finite pursuit.

So love is over-rated as a life long pursuit.

Next is money - first, some might argue but that's not why I'm destroying my soul online today. Money has no limit - you can always earn more, right? And you always need money. However, money in and of itself is not enough, it is just a vehicle to getting what you need in life. As fast as one earns money, one spends it. Hoarding money only gives a person more money. You can't live off money, as a thing, it cannot sustain you and you cannot procreate with it (If you do please do not inform me of this fact, nor how this act is performed). Money is a means to an end, a way of keeping score. It helps make life easy and enjoyable, but it does not achieve this itself. Unless you're Scrouge McDuck.

That's money out the window.

So if money is just used to buy things, the next thing on the list is possessions. Can the things you own make you happy. Undoubtedly, yes. But can they keep you happy? No. You always need new things, better things, and in today's world of consumer-capitalism society is geared towards satisfying this need. People buy the latest in whatever makes them happy as often as they can, and keep until the next one comes out. However, an endless chain of constantly upgrading what you own brings on stress and a need for competition. People die shopping; Black Friday 2008, January Sales every year. Shopping is an evil, endless mistress that is always demanding things from you, more and more, until it rules your life and you shop as often as possible in search of that tiny boost you get when you buy something you actually like. Shopping is like a really selfish and demanding partner, which is possibly why women love it so much.

So shopping and possessions in general are not the answer.

Which leads us to a conclusion that whatever the meaning for life is, it must be enjoyable in and of itself, not have a finite pursuit or search for but conversely must not need to be catered to at constant, short intervals. It must be something you can take pride in, something you can care for yet have a use for. Something you can show off, something unique but also something that can be replaced with a better version eventually.

And it must be fast, loud, powerful and, ideally, red.

Yep. Really fast cars. They have a long life span, provided you care for them - which you should, let's face it - but they can be replaced when a new one that is better in every respect comes out should you wish to replace it. They go fast - ideally, really fast - and make loud noises that silence competition and stir animal feelings within other people. They can be customized to your heart's content to make them completely and wholly yours and yours alone.

And they wont get jealous if you buy another one for another use, other than being awesome. Like trucking the family around.

Really fast cars are the meaning of life. However you reach this conclusion, you will always understand the truth of this. And when all those speeding tickets come through your letterbox and you get charged stupid amounts for your enlightenment, don't fret; instead frame those tickets and hang them on your wall so when your friends come over you can point at them and say, "Look how fast I was going."