Everyone searches for the meaning of life at some point... Is that what life is all about? The search as such? Or is there an answer waiting to be found, somewhere, somehow?
Someone asked me the other day: "How is it that we can know what is good for us, yet we don't seem to be able to make a practice out of anything? I go from one author, book, concept, idea to another, thinking one day I will find the answer, and I will no longer have to look. I have enough books to open a bookstore. Is there any one thing you can recommend? Or are we mostly all doing the same thing?? Searching... with no one right answer."
Oh, who am I to answer that...
I met a man once, who at some point lost everything that was home to him, and so he went into a deep emotional crisis. He started asking himself:
What's the point?
What's the meaning of life?
He ended up saying: "Life has the meaning we think it has". The meaning of life is a choice. It's not a fixed answer.
It sounds right to me. I always come back to this one. The right answer is what you believe it is. The world is what you believe it is. Your path in life is what you believe it is.
"But I don't know what it is for God's sake! I don't know what to believe!" you say (or yell? :-)) Even if we don't know, there is a frustration. Meaning, you feel you should know. You want to know. You need to know.
Maybe it's like walking around a strange town, trying to find a home. You try this street and that street, and you're almost there you think, but then again no. After all, you hardly know what you're looking for... You have a feeling, but you don't know what it is.
At times you meet someone on your way who looks like he's found it. And he tells you how, and you follow the directions, and it feels fine - but still, it's like it doesn't lead you to the same place as it has led him.
So you keep on searching. Sometimes you really enjoy this quest. Sometimes it drives you crazy. Sometimes you feel hopeless. Sometimes you feel inspired.
Maybe one day you find it. Somehow. Somewhere. Maybe it is exactly where you were told it will be. Maybe it is exactly how you imagined it to be.
But then, maybe, just maybe, after you've been searching like that for a long, long time, one day you wake up understanding that by now you know every inch of this town. There are no more places you can search. But it's OK.
In fact, you love every street you walked, and every house you've seen, and you care about every person you've met. As a matter of fact...
Suddenly you realize that you are home already, and it's not a particular house or street, it's the town itself that's your home. And home feels good...
Maybe I see you there? :-))
Halina
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Beginning in 1955 in Germany, Halina's journey led her to Denmark, creating connections to countries on most continents. She has tasted many different walks in life. From computer programmer to musician and teacher. From complete independency to dedicated marriage. From big city to a village. From much suffering to much happiness. Her main focus today is life's adventure. Visit Halina's Inner Travel Agency here.
