The recent death of a good friend has had me pondering about the meaning of life and the arbitrariness with which it is given to us and taken away.

If someone can be here one minute, full of life, energy, wit and anecdotes, as my friend was, and then gone the next – what’s the point of it all?  What does it all mean and what does it all serve?

Philosophers, writers and thinkers have harped on this question for centuries and I’m not surprised that, as yet, no-one has come up with a definitive answer. It would appear that finding a consistent rationale for our lives that makes sense to us is a nigh-on impossible task.

For those with faith in things beyond this world, our lives are a passage to a greater and better place.  For non-believers, life is simply to be lived and that is the end of it.  For others, it is less about looking for meaning and more about creating meaning i.e. doing something with your life and skills that benefits others or has a positive impact.

But how do you move from feeling a sense of futility to achieving a sense of purpose?  From thinking that if we are all going to die anyway, then nothing matters; to believing that since we’re all going to die anyway, let me matter?

As I write this, it strikes me that my dear, departed Pam would never have spent (wasted?) her time pondering on these questions.  She was a do-er and had little patience for too much introspection.

Having survived one bout of cancer in her younger years, she lived her life openly acknowledging that she’d already dodged a bullet.  When, three decades later, she received the diagnosis of another form of the disease, she shrugged and figured she’d had a good run.  After reluctantly submitting to treatment, she refused point blank to do it again when, several months later, the symptoms recurred. Instead of giving in and taking some well-earned rest, she carried on working until her legs literally gave way, only days before she finally stopped for good.

Thinking about the meaning of Pam’s life, the answers to the questions I posed earlier start to become clearer.

Doubtless philosophers and thinkers will continue to debate this most fundamental of questions – the meaning of life - for centuries more to come.

In my opinion, they should have just asked Pam.

Author of 'Everyday Heroes – Learning from the Careers of Successful Black Professionals'. Available online from www.everyday-heroes.co.uk and on order through booksellers. ISBN 978-0-9569175-0-8