A Dialogue

“Ever thought about the meaning of life?” he asked.

“No,” she replied.

“No? How can anyone not think about the meaning of life?”

“There’s nothing to think about. You just live, that’s all.”

“Just live? I mean, don’t you ever ask why? Aren’t you curious?”

“I’ll let the philosophers deal with that. I figured a long time ago if there was an answer someone would have figured it out by now.”

“You’re waiting for an answer?”

“No. But if there was one it’d have been found.”

“So you’re saying there isn’t one.”

“Maybe there is. I don’t know,” she said, with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “Does it matter?”