Meaning
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:
what is love?
where is happiness?
what is life?
where is peace?
When will I find the strength
to bring me release?
Where is the love
in what your prophet has said?
Man it sounds to me
just like a prison for the walking damned.
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.
I have so many thoughts on this post but they aren’t translating well into written word. So if this seems a sketchy… that’s why.
Childhood seems more full of meaning because everyday was full of discovery. And looking back on it now you have the perspective of years between you and it so the full meaning and impact of each significant memory can be easily identified and sorted. You don’t remember the “meaningless” moments so it seems that there weren’t as many.
The same thing will happen when you are 50 and you look back on this time in your life. You will nostalgically remember these times with the perspective of years. You will have more puzzle pieces and therefore be able to see how and why it all fits together.
Demanding to know is what got Adam and Eve into trouble.
Your vocation is family. Your responsibility and “God’s Plan for Your Life” is to love Him raise your children. They are your mission field. Instead of looking for an example to follow you have to *be* the example for them to follow.
Easily said. I know.
I know I’m not supposed to get inspiration from lesbians but bear with me. “the less I seek my source for some definitave – The closer I am defined.”
That really resonates with me.
I know I’m not supposed to get inspiration from lesbians but bear with me.
hehhehheh
You know, I’m not real sure what I’m grasping at in this post, either – but I know I’m grasping at something.
You’re right in what you say … but there’s still that something in that post that seems to loom larger than what you address. If it would only coalesce into clear thought!
I think part of it comes from some cheap reflection on V for Vendetta, wherein V says, “Behind this mask is an idea, and ideas are bulletproof.” Or something like that. Inspiring at first. Empty on reflection. Makes for a good movie all the same.
As a man of faith, I should stick with inspiring – but, for example, the politics of the day – whether it be on TV or in your parish – can really kill that quick. I hold onto faith, but sometimes it feels like I’m just holding on to a piece of bread screaming at it to pull me from my listlessness.
So I don’t know what I’m going for. I can’t name the despair that likes to visit me. It’s nice though someone can have a feel for it.
…maybe it’s isolation and/or a lack of constant authentic intimacy. Or maybe it’s an unjustified but, at times, self-fulfilling fear of those things. I’m sure I’ll end up thinking about it again
Do you have any notion of what you’re struggling against?
I get the sense that there’s something you need/want to do but something is holding you back from it.
I’m just curious if you know what “it” is.
Or if not knowing is the problem.
I’m so cryptic.
Behind this mask is vague insight and vagueness is bulletproof.