Coming Clean

If in trying to find meaning, today is without any, then why should any of the others? I ask because today felt like a pretty meaningless day.

Whatever meaning there is, we should be able to relate to it at any given moment. Perhaps it is just the soft silhouette of a setting sun upon my childhood, but I seem to remember a time when I knew why all things were special yet reasons were unneeded.

It seems to me our hallowed souls have been harrowed hollow by the wisdom of the age. We know instinctively that there is something to draw us awake from our sleep, to put one foot in front of the other, and continue on with the trappings of life … yet when we ask ourselves what that is, the resounding echo of a faithless soul is too familiar and near overwhelming. For some, the words of faith come to us by rote and litany - as empty as that may seem, I can take comfort that there is at least that much.

It all makes the lyrics terrifyingly familiar:

There’s not time for hatred
Only questions:

Well I’ve got a message for and your twisted head!
You better turn around and kiss your hope goodbye
to life eternal
Angel

Individuality gives way to hedonism and self righteousness. Corporate identity gives way to thoughtless anonymity and slothfulness. Surely there is a middle way.

I think I’ve lost taste for mere ideas. I want to see the example I seek living before me. And I pray I’ll be found willing to follow.