The meaning of life.

I accidentally stumbled over the meaning of life today - in a book from 1753 (!), by William Hogarth called the Analysis of beauty:

'The active mind is ever bent to be employed. Pursuing is the business of our lives; and even abstracted from any other view, gives pleasure. Every arising difficulty, that for a while attends and interrupts the pursuit, brings a sort of spring to the mind, enhances the pleasure, and makes what would else be toil and labour, become sport and recreation.'

As far as I'm concerned (in discussing the meaning of life); I think this is it. Simple as that. Pursuing. Because whatever you are doing, you are always pursuing something - Fame, fortune, knowledge, money, a raise, a better job, a happy life, etc etc… Even the homeless crackhead pursue, if nothing else, to get high. We are all pursuing a million different things for a million different reasons. But never the less, we are all pursuing.