What is the Meaning in Life?

Before we discuss the meaning of life, perhaps we should ask why grappling with its meaning even matters. Existential angst -- is it useful? In a chaotic world where iconoclasm vies with conformism, metanarrative is frequently sought after and persecuted. Globalism has added so much mobility in the market of ideas that it has replaced stable dominant teloses -- ultimate values and goals -- with anarchy. We cannot help but scurry aimlessly, hunted by the tide that is time, jumping over hurdles one after another without even a partially formulated telos. What chaos! (i.e., the Greek khaos, meaning abyss). We fear and ponder at this abyss of the unknown, ponder and yet fear more.

In Meaning in Life and Why It Matters, Susan Wolf believes she has found the exit to this cosmic treadmill, or as Nietzsche called it, “eternal return.” She entreats us to ponder the meaning in life rather than the meaning of life. Because only then, fueled by pragmatism, can we tease out the practical from the superfluous. In scrutinizing the motivations behind our actions, we grow and improve. Wolf speaks of two core conditions, subjectivity and objectivity, that are both necessary to human fulfillment. She neatly captures the complementary relationship between them when she explains: “meaning in life arises when subjective attraction meets objective attractiveness.” Rejecting both “rational egoism” and consequentialism, Wolf sharpens our understanding of worth and justification while steering us away from agonizing misconceptions about value. Her “fitting fulfillment” view clarifies the role of self-interest in our actions without relying exclusively on its explanatory power. But her view doesn’t sufficiently address (although she recognizes) a major point about objective worth, and it doesn’t provide a solution to the lack of an independent arbitrator or relatively impartial judge.

Wolf succeeds in eliminating the false dichotomy between rational egoism and consequentialism. Rational egoists believe that every sound justification for our actions, or the policies we advocate, is a maximization of self-interest. Wolf rejects this school of thought, citing moral duty and “reasons of love.” She later notes situations of apparent selflessness or altruism, such as dedicating time to something we take a passionate interest in or caring for a friend. (Of course, her examples of unexplained “altruisms” can still be morphed into acts of self-interest, if the rational egoist claims such an act includes an expectation of self-benefit.) Wolf offers a conception of meaningfulness that is “neither subsumable under or reducible to either happiness or morality.” In her model, the person “loves” the activity, or is subjectively “gripped, excited, interested, engaged” by and in it. For example, if an emergency room surgeon goes to work every day feeling beat and distraught because she resents the exacting standards of her job and is tired of the crunching pressure -- even though her work is objectively valuable to society, bringing people back from the brink of traumatic death -- her life is not meaningful by Wolf’s standard because the “subjective condition” of meaningfulness, her happiness, is not met.

On the other hand, Wolf’s “objective condition” requires that an activity which a person enjoys must also engage entities independent of him or her, and that it is also recognized as objectively valuable. (For the second of these conditions she uses the term “endoxic,” based on endoxa from Aristotle: commonly accepted by everyone, or at least by the wise.) If someone is an alcoholic who rapturously downs bottles of vodka and has little time or concern for anything else, Wolf considers that a meaningless life. Although he fulfills the condition of “subjective attraction” because he loves what he’s doing, his actions lack even a paltry worth that others would recognize.

Wolf also adds a third requirement: a real connection between the subjective and objective conditions. An action cannot be meaningful, she says, if the link between self-enjoyment and objective worth is accidental. If an alcoholic, in his unstable state, happens to utter words of wisdom that deter another person from committing suicide, he only happens to accomplish this result, saving the individual’s life only passively, without active intention. If that alcoholic did not utter words of wisdom, the person would not have been deterred from committing suicide. But the simple act of uttering words of wisdom is not sufficient for deterrence.

Wolf addresses two main objections to her analysis – elitism and “metaphysics of value.” Elitism involves authority. Who has the legitimate authority to dictate to the rest of us what is valuable? Wolf is keenly aware that she, like others, operates on biases. She admits that her bourgeois or middle-class American values cannot be a certificate of genuine authority, since these are far from universal moral attitudes. But nonetheless, she affirms that we can largely overcome this difficulty if we keep our “fallibility” in mind and regard our judgments as tentative, “pool our information, our experience, and our thoughts,” and test our intellect when we are challenged to justify our judgments. If we remain self-aware and critical of our beliefs, such vigilance acts to a certain extent as a guard against prejudices and partiality. Wolf also clarifies that her endoxic approach should not be misunderstood to mean readily submitting to the judgment of the majority. She admits that adopting John Stuart Mill’s view of “a competent judge” who is “sufficiently rational, perceptive, sensitive, and knowledgeable” doesn’t resolve the issue.

Wolf rightly notes that many people would criticize her “endorsement of the idea of non-subjective value,” and that many more would be “frustrated or annoyed” by her “reluctance to make substantive judgments.” But her argument falters when she claims that a truly valuable and thus meaningful act must always engage beyond one’s self. If someone likes to drink coffee, for example, Wolf would regard that as benefiting only one’s self and thus not meaningful. Yet really, the network resulting from this taste or passion runs far and wide, all the way to the farmer whose livelihood depends on our purchases and so on, in a sort of infinite causal regression. In this case, Wolf’s view marginalizes the connectivity of global markets. From the truck driver who delivers the coffee to your doorstep to the manufacturer that made your container, from its lumber supplier to your waste collection service, a supply chain links manufacturers and consumers, buyers and sellers, together. The Ethiopian farmer might not have benefited very much from an individual purchase, since only a fraction of the ultimate price filters back to him. But the coffee drinker has contributed to the farmer’s life, however slightly. When we spend even one dollar, that dollar is used to pay for operating costs and salaries, ending up in savings and other spending. The government uses the tariff and tax we pay on coffee to provide infrastructure and public goods. So indeed, the coffee consumer is engaged with more than himself, and generally knows that he is. Isn’t that enough to fulfill Wolf’s condition of “engagement”?

Furthermore, Wolf’s view seems to inadequately reflect human psychology. Suppose that one’s happiness is not isolated, but contagious. Or that freedom from stress significantly improves one’s productivity. What then of the claim that actions which aren’t obviously consequential for others are therefore too internal, disconnected from anything else? Wolf’s analysis and arguments take little account of the complexity of our interactions.

Finally, a few comments on what might in philosophical language be called her “preemptions.” Overall, Wolf’s acknowledgement of her elitist framing regrettably does little to absolve it of this criticism. Since she has decided to retain her values, and implicitly disbelieves in the wholly objective person, she fails to set up any concrete safeguards against prejudice. Since people are often unaware of their fallacies, just reminding them to mind their fallacies isn't sufficient.

In summary, readers of this useful book are ultimately left disappointed. As with many such works, readers will see pearls of wisdom in it, and may feel a fuzzy warmness in their hearts. But Wolf’s account is inadequate in answering the question she aims to solve: the meaning in life, a question that provokes some of our dearest existential crises. Her meta-awareness of her potential bias, and her optimism about the benefit of pondering, are nonetheless laudable. But the main bulk of the argument, regrettably, is overly simplistic.

Our Unsteady Gait In Pursuit of Truth

The false dichotomy between nurture and nature makes us presumptuously deny their synergistic, and inextricable, influences on our worldviews. I believe my musing interaction with religion resembles a process of scientific inquiry. Perhaps it is sacrilegious of me to believe that religion should be a means to an end instead of the end, a one-stop shop for truth. Leaving the irrational and self-defeating premise of altruism aside, I am an opportunistic scholar and what some may term “an effective altruist” spellbound by utilitarianism. The philosophical and social movement that emphasizes the efficiency which results from benefiting others has lulled me in with its enthusiasm for cold, hard rationality. I defer to human reasoning so much that it would be difficult to convince me to practice a single religion exclusively and use the prescribed truth as the sole source of my altruism. I can benefit from critically questioning all religions.

It may seem surprising that I have come to identify as an agnostic, considering that I was doused in a mix of religious traditions and felt the visceral pull of each. I grew up with a delightful blend of Buddhist dharma and Confucius’s virtues. After I moved to the United States, I was introduced to Christianity, Hinduism, Judaism, Islam, and many more. The plethora of monotheistic and pluralistic theologies intrigued me profoundly. Whether it was celebrating a bar mitzvah, tasting wine at Sunday mass, attending a Bible study group, feasting at Diwali, talking with my Syrian friend, or reading Roman and Greek philosophers in Latin, I actively strove to broaden my worldview and sought reconciliation between the various faiths’ disparate lessons on ethics, the ontology of the soul, and metaphysics. 

 

My burning curiosity for knowledge was appropriately channeled toward academia by my mentors, who taught me the fundamental value of critical thinking. As clichéd as the famous quote from Socrates may be, his valid criticism of the “unexamined life” prompts me to read abundantly, think deeply, and evaluate with a critical eye, all in the daring pursuit of truth and virtue. My initial conception of an all-encompassing, objective truth slowly eroded away as I familiarized myself with the immense intellectual difficulty in teasing out the unabridged, undoctored truth from the mere perception of truth, the difficulty in learning a pure truth free from nationalistic furies, impulsive biases, and corrosive rumors. I learned how inadequate our knowledge of certain civilizations is and how we can reconstruct only a silhouette of truth from the meager supply of their records. I learned how power has been used to suppress narratives, and in doing so has committed the injustice of silencing voices essential to the holistic truth. Studying political science in college has reinforced my reservations about adopting a single worldview. Economics, on the other hand, clarified the driving incentives and patterns of human behavior. Equally and perhaps more importantly, I started to slowly observe the economic arguments couched beneath ethnic, religious, and culturally relativistic terms.

Critical thinking serves as our guardian against our biological heuristics, especially in a world of clamor and uncertainty, of falsehood and hostility. My diverse exposure to historiography, biology, economics, computer science, anthropology, linguistics, and political science has taught me to value reasoning and logic instead of authority or tradition. To be clear, I do not aim to say that having a religious belief is misguided or useless. In fact, religious teaching is extremely useful for many, and it has been for me in times of darkness. Ancient wisdom can be a safe harbor that lends shelter to the wandering traveler. But it should be and remain pro tempore on the journey, lest the traveler immersed in comfort forget about his adventure ahead. In order to persuade me to adopt a single religion, one has to appeal to more than faith, piety, and duty. Studying philosophy has beaten into me the need for rigorous use of words and for vigilance in avoiding broad claims without qualifications. I should not assert that I have sufficient evidence, or impeccable reasoning, in rejecting the existence of an omnipotent being. I am always learning, and therefore I am agnostic, not an atheist. 

I needed, and still try, to figure out why one adopts one religion over another. In a Socratic manner, I often interrogate my religious friends, not with the intent to judge, but to learn. I listen to their adoption of, conversion to, and relationship with a religion, question them on their rationales and experiences. When I am at a loss for answers to questions about my own beliefs, I often study to inform myself and to formulate a system with which to defend them. I never try to dissuade people from religion. That is not my intention, nor will it ever be. I only attempt to put their beliefs through intellectual trials, because only after that experience can it be said that they truly “own” those beliefs, instead of borrowing words from a stranger’s mouth