What Is the Meaning of Life?
by Ryan Vlastelica
Hailed in: Hell’s Kitchen
Hails from: Dallas
I don’t know. Is there one? You’re asking the wrong person; I drive a cab, I’m not a philosophy professor or priest. Just be a good person. More importantly, Tim Tebow on the Jets? What the fuck is up with that?
Hailed in: Fort Greene
Hails from: Brooklyn
I don’t think there is one. Or if there is, it is a different meaning for everyone. Why are we here? Because of the Big Bang and all that cosmic stuff. What are we supposed to do with our lives? I don’t know. Try and be happy? Have kids if that’s what you want? I say, do whatever you want—just don’t hurt anyone or prevent anyone from doing what they want.
Hailed in: Prospect Park
Hails from: New Delhi
Make enough money so that you have the freedom to do whatever you want, and then do that. And help people.
Hailed in: Lower East Side
Hails from: Tampa
My parents always told me that the meaning of their life was to make things better for us—my brothers and sister and I. But I don’t have any kids, so I can continue doing whatever the fuck I want. Right now the meaning of my life is getting fucking shitfaced.
