I’m just like any modern woman trying to have it all. Loving husband, a family. It’s just… I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade. — Morticia Addams
Lately I’ve been doing the inevitable thing that people do when they have a disease: I’ve been thinking about what makes life meaningful.
I think that the most amazing thing about humanity is that we weren’t handed an answer, which makes our whole entire lives one big curious exploration. Without that curiosity or desire to find the thing that clicks inside and makes us excited, we sure would have boring lives…
Meaningfulness … some people are lucky and find it in their life’s occupation. Some find it in their hobbies. Some, in their families. I think most of us have to cobble it together out of a bunch of different things.
In the long run, I think that part of meaning is standing up to all of life’s responsibilities and shouldering them — but that also includes a responsibility to ourselves. I need to remember to listen to the small voice inside of me that says “You need to contribute more to your community” or “You should fly to New York and visit your friends there,” because once I listen and do it, I know that I’ve done something meaningful.
Like my pal Matt wrote, time is short. Maybe 38 is a good age to start that Bucket List (a list of things to do before you kick the proverbial bucket. Have you seen that website? It’s inspirational) and start checking things off — no matter how wild or ridiculous. Why the hell not? Looking forward is the best way to not look back.