Once upon a time there was a life, one that was meaningful and there was another, one that was meaningless. In fact they were two people having these names, Meaningful and Meaningless. The two of them didn't get along very well, they were having a hard time finding common topics of conversation. Nonetheless, they did talk from time to time because they were the only people living on an Island.
One cloudy morning just when the rain was about to find courage and start pouring form the sky, Meaningful felt the need for some idle chat. He approached the part of the Island where Meaningless used to live.
"What's up, Meaningless? I haven't seen you in a while", started Meaningful.
"Nothing new, really", responded Meaningless in his glum voice. "The usual things."
"I see... Keeping the traditions alive is a thing good", Meaningful decided to adopt positive attitude. " ... So have you tried fishing in the Muddy Pond already ?"
"Yes, I did. Cached a few... I don't think they are edible."
"And... have you attempted a jump from the Suicidal Cliff ?"
"Indeed, a few times. But I am so cowardly I always back down."
"Maybe if you close your eyes it will work?", suggested Meaningful.
"May be so, but I can't stand it and I peek."
"Then have you at least spend some time reading the book you know by heart ? Have you tried a chat with your imaginary friend ? Have you petted the dead kitten ?"
"Yes, I did all those things. Yet my life still feels so empty, and I am sad. "
"Oh, well... Do you want me to tell you about the things I like to do ?", suggested Meaningful, "The things that make me feel happy ?"
And so he did, but Meaningless failed to understand his advice. This was just one of his usual activities, listening to the advice he doesn't understand.