Where does meaning come from? How close am I to finding my meaning? Ahh fooey. It isn’t all about any one thing. It is just about everything all at once and not at all. There really isn’t any meaning to anything. That doesn’t remove all of the magic that happens in all of our lives but helps me to stop trying to find meaning in the
“meaningfulless”.
It is and it isn’t all at once forever and ever.
I am really not sure where exactly I am at, but I know that I am not alone and it is exactly where I am suppose to be. I don’t always like it but think I owe it to myself to comment when I am feeling OK being me…
No big flashes of light or anything like that just OK right now…