ELUSIVE MEANING
I suppose age has something to do with it, not to mention the passing of another birthday, but I find myself pondering the ridiculous notion of the so-called ‘meaning of life’ lately. Sitting in the park across from our winter home here in Calgary, I asked my Husband, Peter, about this notion and a discussion began.
It’s not difficult to find inspiration sitting under a canopy of autumn-hued poplars in the rare warmth of a late September sun, and perhaps it’s this beauty alone that causes one to question even the good things in life.
I always go back to a few lines one of many Joseph Campbell books I have read. JC talks about this obsession we have as to discover the elusive answer to this question, but also our tendancy to live our entire lives lost in uncertainty because we cannnot answer it.
There is no answer because it’s unanswerable!
Campbell talks about how this meaning is found through experience and that we must create it, not try to find it. The richness and depth of each experience is what gives any kind of meaning to life.
Peter mentioned that not only is this true, but also, and perhaps most importantly, it’s up to us to create this meaning and live the experiences. No one will do it for you, or me, or anyone else. The beauty is, it’s up to the individual to do it for him or her self.
So, on this day, which happens to be my birthday, I have the gift of a reminder to continue venturing out and following my bliss, my path, that so inspires me.
After all, it’s up to me, just like it’s up to you!
