A fine day
Golf and Life. Both games of stages - holes or days. The secret is in taking it one day at a time, one hole at a time, one hour at a time, one shot at a time. And you never know, you just never know, when suddenly you might pitch it into the hole from a hundred yards, or miss a simple putt from two feet, in golf as metaphorically in life. The fact that it is so obviously and utterly pointless is golf's strongest point, that and the times spent walking in such pleasant surroundings with a friend. Nobody ever has to ponder the meaning of golf, because there is no meaning, other than to have fun in good company. And in that moment of existential realisation there is revealed... the meaning of life, within its glorious lack of meaning, I do suggest.