Meaning of life
When I was eight years old, something shot me in the head and I approached my father with a simple question, “Daddy, what is the meaning of life?”
The Father:
What do you think is the meaning of your life?
Good to learn, to listen to parents... but...
This is all right, but we did not give you birth for the same reason.
He only studied well, listened to us, grew up, became old and died. If so,
There was no need to be born.
The meaning of a man’s life is to do something that did not exist before he was born. Do you understand?
How did it not exist? Before I was born, I was not on earth.
There was only me, and everything else was.
This is what you have to create with your hands and your head throughout your life.
Something, though small, but something that was not before you and then yours.
Life makes sense, you know?

I went into thought, but I didn’t understand it until the end.
My father was silent with me for a while, and suddenly he stumbled upon me and began to give short orders. I realized that my dad had planned some horrible adventure, running around the apartment pulling what he was asking: here is my designer and pieces of foam, a pump hose, a knife, scissors, wooden scissors and even my mom’s nail lacquer.

Two hours later, my dad and I built a strange half-meter carat with propellers and even wrote my name on it.
Half an hour later we were already rushing somewhere on the big, I proudly sat on my shoulder, carefully pressing our "carat".
The cold autumn lake.
The rain rained, the wind swept the yellow leaves through the water.
“Daddy, why did we come here with this thing and why do we need it at all?
“Son, look around: autumn, cold wind, rain, everything here.
It looks exactly like it was hundreds of millions of years before you were born.
But here you were born and with my help, you created something that you didn’t.
It existed nowhere: not only on earth, but in the whole universe. Turn to
Attention: The wind blows and chases the leaves to us through the water. It was so in everything.
time and here you drop this stuff on the water... drop it, drop it, don’t
Be afraid...
I carefully put our caracati in the lake, she suddenly turned out by herself, wrapped with a propeller and boycotted away from us.
The wind!! to
The Father:
You see, this thing is the only thing in the universe that blows on.
The wind, and it floats against it.
I stood open my mouth for a long time and looked into the "not obeying" laws of nature, floating catamaran with my name and it seems - a lot then understood...

Thirty five years have passed since then. Epochs were dying, life was unrealistically changed, there were: the Internet, "gadgets", "widgets" and "devices", but suddenly, my seven-year-old son overwhelmed me with the question: "Dad, what is the meaning of life? »

Apparently waiting for the early spring, when the ice is melting on the lake, we will collect pieces of foam, plates, boulders, tools, mother's nail lacquer, sit with my son on the floor in the middle of the room... and no "devices" will help here.

It’s not easy to be a good father, but you have to...