Subtitle: Or, at the least, I think I believe
Sub-subtitle: Or, at the most, I believe I know
On the matter of living and making meaning…
Life, for as long as there is breath, is a cycle of events and encounters, constantly spinning, ceaselessly, dizzyingly; often with little shape or sense. It is the purpose we find in our lives – through our choices of our callings to be and to become and, in our being and becoming, to do – that gives meaning to our days.
Nevertheless, always – in league with, indeed, overarching our choices – looms that invariable variable of circumstance, which spans the gamut of natural (e.g., climate and weather) and societal (e.g., economic, genderal/sexual, political, racial) forces beyond individual command or control.
And when (not if) any or all of these forces come to bear on our lives, there always is a chance that our choices are rendered meaningless.
And it is then, if we survive, that the work of living and making meaning deepens in death-defying necessity.
© 2021 PRA