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Meaning
“Why is the sky blue?”
“Why is the grass green?”
“But why?”
As a child, I needed reasons for everything. The WHAT wasn’t enough. I had to know the WHY. This childish inner drive to understand the meaning of everything.
As I grew older it changed form but didn’t go away. I still want to know the why. Doesn’t everyone? Don’t you long for meaning? To know the reasons behind things? To comprehend your purpose for existence?
Life is messy. I want clarity, but sometimes it seems out of reach. Everything jumbled together. Bits and pieces of color, with no distance to give perspective. To transform into a mosaic.
I want to know why I’m here. What is my purpose? How do I fit in? Am I just a random creature on this planet floating in space? Why am I really here?
I’m a list addict. I love making lists of everything I need to do. Sometimes I include things I’ve already done, just for the pleasure of scratching it off. It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something. Like I have a purpose.
Meaning. I’ve been searching for it my whole life. From elemental queries about the color of grass to ethereal longings for life direction – I want true purpose.
Some of the answers I’ve found? Focus on helping other people. Learn how to love with abandon. Seek communion with God.
What answers have you found?
“Why is the grass green?”
“But why?”
As a child, I needed reasons for everything. The WHAT wasn’t enough. I had to know the WHY. This childish inner drive to understand the meaning of everything.
As I grew older it changed form but didn’t go away. I still want to know the why. Doesn’t everyone? Don’t you long for meaning? To know the reasons behind things? To comprehend your purpose for existence?
Life is messy. I want clarity, but sometimes it seems out of reach. Everything jumbled together. Bits and pieces of color, with no distance to give perspective. To transform into a mosaic.
I want to know why I’m here. What is my purpose? How do I fit in? Am I just a random creature on this planet floating in space? Why am I really here?
I’m a list addict. I love making lists of everything I need to do. Sometimes I include things I’ve already done, just for the pleasure of scratching it off. It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something. Like I have a purpose.
Meaning. I’ve been searching for it my whole life. From elemental queries about the color of grass to ethereal longings for life direction – I want true purpose.
Some of the answers I’ve found? Focus on helping other people. Learn how to love with abandon. Seek communion with God.
What answers have you found?
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