There are many things in life that seem to come and go without meaning or value. I have been wanting my life to have more meaning, but until recently haven't found a way to gain any real perspective on what has been happening. Today as I was reading "Prisoners of Our Thoughts" I paraphrased a section into this:
person should not ask what the meaning of their life is, but rather they must
recognize that it is life who is asking them the questions.
I feel that what is turning for me here is both frightening and vital. Here is a shift away from extracting meaning from externals based on circumstance into a way of bringing meaning to the externals. It's a shift from blame into responsibility; from frustration into generosity. And it is not without grief that I move to create meaning while holding and letting go of how much I have refused to bring beauty and complained of the depressing, dreary waste that I have too long endured.
1 year ago