Definition of Life

Despite the abundance of depression and feelings of apathy towards our society by those living in it, our little circle of idioms and cliches which seem to circulate in pragmatics (as used by such a society) never seems to fail at qualifying it by paraphrase.

In my musings on the train today, I thought of just a few of such phrases,
`life is a journey`

`life is a bitch`

`life is series of problems` (in fairness it was only my old man who said that this evening, but it seems to fit)

`life is like a box of chocolates`

Surely not all of these paraphrases can be wholly true, and even if they each pose a component to the ultimate `truth` on the world and society, then I for one choose not to abide by an incomplete or lacking metaphor. For this reason, my task for today has been to work out which of these (if any) are correct.


-Firstly, if `life is a bitch`, then surely existence (even in its barest sense) is futile... such a phrase, put simply, means there is no anticipation or expectancy for anything in life which would merit one's existance (without arguing living in a `bitch` is better than not living atal, but hey, who's relativist anyway!?)
-Secondly, I don't think `life is like a box of chocolates`. The main inference of this is that life is a mere collation of pre-scripted events, or at the very least, vague paradigms of sociological interaction and personal development. Also, no one ever puts chocolates into another's box, and I'm quite sure that with my approach to finding the definition of `life` (so to speak) is just as much about the way in which we're mutable by our social peers as it is our own battles with this enigmatic lump we call `life`.
-Thirdtastically, my old man said in passing tonight that `life is a series of problems`. Again, this reflects the futility and sheer meaninglessness posed by the philosophy of `life is a bitch`, but also, this inadvertidly is its own falling. Surely the point in a problem is its desired resolution. Without that, a problem is only an abyssylystic sufference, and I am loathed to ascribe to the view that `life` (in the sense of `living`) is anything less than a satisfactory measure of `existence`.
-Forthularically, it's asumable that `life is a journey`. Despite the fact that this is a commonly used metaphor, it's one which has come to natural revelation with my progression through my life. I think hindsight is a very powerful tool for analysing `life`, and, this is one of the very few times where objectivity can be a hinderence (as I'm sure life is a product of our reactions to it). We, as people, all grow. We learn, we mature, we learn some more, we develop relations, we break them, we go from screaming with happyness to tears of sadness in the space of a day, we we come out the otherside stronger because of that. Despite the lows; highs; ups; downs; roughs; smooths; happy; sad etc etc etc, (I for one at least), we never come out the weaker because of it, and what we learn invariably has in an influence on what we choose to do, and how we choose to react when posed with similar situations in the future.

Ultimately a journey has to end after the beginnings, burn-outs, break downs, and blemishes along the way, so all one has to ask ones self is, `was it worth it`, or if you're feeling daring, `why was it worth it?`

which is the next question I pose to myself

`what justifies `life`? `