A Carrot is a Carrot!!!
There once lived a popular writer named Anton Chekhov. He wrote many outstanding and world renowned books and other pieces of literature. Perhaps one of the things he is most famous for is his simple response to a very common question. When asked "What is the meaning of life?" he very earnestly replied, "That's like asking what a carrot is. A carrot is a carrot and nothing more is known." Exactly what Anton meant by this is unknown and has had much debate.
As a writer I feel that Chekhov meant that life is too much. There is no other word that can have as much meaning and weight to it, and to ask someone the meaning of life is a silly and foolish thing to do. So, as a kind of smart remark, Chekhov replied in a way that one cannot question its truth.
Anton Chekhov's Birthhouse in Taganrog, Russia
Chekhov Statue in Taganrog, 1960
English: Chekhov's biosSuch a simple a thing as a carrot does not begin to portray or answer the meaning of life no matter how deep the statement. That's the beauty and mystery of his statement.
My own personal interpretation of the mysterious response is that life is its own word. It truly cannot be categorized into any group save states of being, and as a parallel, a carrot cannot be categorized into a group save vegetables. There really is no comparison to life and existence. Whether the existence is bad or good, it is better then not existing at all. Chekhov had never not existed so how could he have compared life and its meaning to words in human speech? I myself find the question of the meaning of life a silly one at the least. To sit and ponder the meaning of life is foolish when there is...