One of the contracts of everyday life that one is unwillingly entering is that of asking no questions about the sense and the meaning of it all. Those who do ask the questions might actually get some deeper understanding of some things in life, or loose the contact with it altogether. It's not guaranteed which of the two possible outcomes it will be (or maybe both of them one after another), but what's guaranteed is that the answers will not be ever found.
The answer life is giving us is this: "In life there is no sense, so don't look for it. Just participate and ask no questions. Or else you will fall out of process and might never be able to get involved in it again".
That's how I see/feel it.
Today I've found out that I have 5,339 favourites on DevyArt, and the fact... scares me.
If someone 'd tell me to go and fave 5,339 works on DA I guess I 'd think of it as incredibly hard and non-rational task (and I mean really fave, find some good works that I'd like, not write automaton script that would click fave button automatically for me or something like this). It's five thousands three hundred and ninety nine favored works - that sounds like a huge number to me. Even if I'd spend 2 minutes per work in average, it would take around a month of 8 hour/day work to make that many faves. Why would I waste a month of work for something like this? What does it give me in return in the end?
Yet that's what I did in a course of my lifetime. And if someone'd ask me why, what was it all for - I have no answer.
Ofcourse I enjoyed the works, I've seen something new, maybe learned something (something that I forgot later because I don't actually do photography). But who knows what could I learn and achieve if I'd spent this time doing something more goal oriented and, well, meaningful at the end.
Who knows. I guess the process was just enjoyable... while I was asking no questions.