Meaning Is Not Handed to You — Camus, Frankl and the Gita Agree

Set the three answers next to each other and the differences become sharp — and clarifying.

Camus is an atheist who refuses every comforting story, including religion and even philosophy's tidy systems. For him, meaning is honestly home-made or it is nothing. The freedom to create it is total, and so is the responsibility that comes with it. He does not promise the meaning you make will last or that the universe will notice. He promises only that the act of making it is yours.

Frankl, trained in psychiatry, insists meaning is objective enough to be found — different for each person and each hour, but genuinely there, waiting to be answered. He watched this in the camps: the people who survived longest usually had a reason to survive. A person they were waiting for. A manuscript they wanted to finish. The meaning was real; it was specific; and it pulled them forward.

The Gita, spoken on a battlefield before a war that Arjuna cannot bring himself to fight, ties meaning to svadharma: your own duty, however humble, done well, beats another's duty done brilliantly. Its sharpest teaching is nishkama karma — act with full commitment but without grasping at the fruit. Krishna does not promise that right action will feel good. He promises it is yours to do, and that the doing itself is where meaning lives.

Strip the vocabulary away and one question divides all three: does meaning come from us, to us, or through the daily act of living our place in the world?

For Camus, meaning has no source outside the human being. The universe will not supply it, no god will hand it down, and pretending otherwise is a way of lying to yourself. We revolt, we create, we stay honest about the silence. This is not nihilism. Camus explicitly rejected nihilism: the absurd is the starting point, not the destination.

For Frankl, each moment holds a specific meaning aimed at you — a task only you can do, a person only you can love, a suffering only you can bear with dignity. The shift from Camus is subtle but enormous: you do not invent meaning, you detect it and answer it. The question is not "what shall I make of my life" but "what does this moment ask of me."

For the Gita, meaning is located neither purely in us nor purely in a private discovery, but in the fit between a person and the order they belong to. Your dharma is not chosen from a menu. Act it out fully, release the fruit, and the question of what this is for quiets — not because it is answered in words but because it is being lived. All three have lasted, perhaps because each speaks to a different kind of person in a different moment.

Each of these answers gets flattened into a slogan, and each slogan misses the point.

The most common misreading of Camus is that he is a nihilist who thinks nothing matters. He is the opposite. His whole argument is that we should keep living, revolt against the silence, and create meaning without lying to ourselves about its source. The absurd is where he starts, not where he ends up. Shrugging and saying "life is meaningless" is exactly the passive surrender he argued against.

Frankl gets turned into a wellness motto: just find your why and a positive attitude will carry you. But for Frankl, meaning is concrete and demanding, not a mood. It is a specific task or person the moment calls for. He also drew a hard line: the freedom to choose your response is for unavoidable suffering. If a source of suffering can be removed, remove it. These ideas were never meant to make oppression acceptable, or to tell a grieving person that their attitude is the problem.

The Gita's dharma gets reduced to knowing your place and doing your assigned job. Dharma is far richer than social role. It weaves together the nature of the cosmos, ethical duty, and one's own particular character. And the Gita's deepest move — nishkama karma, acting fully while releasing the fruit — is not blind obedience. It is a discipline of freedom: you commit completely to the doing and stop making the reward the reason.

Here is what this means for an ordinary life. The three answers may not be rivals at all. Read closely, they fit different seasons of a single life.

There are mornings when Camus is right — the script has failed, nothing is given, and the only honest move is to revolt and build meaning by hand. There are stretches when Frankl is right — you are not inventing anything, you are simply answering the call already in front of you: this work, this person, this loss to bear with some dignity. And there are long, quieter periods when the Gita is right — meaning is less a thing you think about and more a duty you simply do, fruit released, the question dissolving into the doing.

The lesson is that "what makes a life meaningful" may itself be the wrong shape of question — as if there were one answer to file away. What the three thinkers offer is not an answer but a direction. Camus says meaning is never handed to you for free. Frankl says it is nonetheless really there to be found. The Gita says it is often closest when you stop staring and act.

That three minds — an atheist in occupied France, a Jewish doctor in a death camp, an ancient voice on a battlefield — kept circling the same human ache across 2,500 years suggests the question matters more than any single answer. It is not solved. It is lived, and re-lived, each day.