I've spent my fair share of time searching and thinking about the meaning of life. While I don't claim to know the answer, or even claim to believe that there IS an answer, I do believe that there are common threads that run through each and every life.
As time moves inevitably forward, I believe more and more that the essence of life (if it can even be called that) is all subjective. While I don't believe there is a specific meaning to life, I DO believe that life has purposes. And I believe that each and every one of us assigns our own personal purpose to our own lives.
Now this isn't a steadfast rule. Throughout life our thinking changes, and as such, so does our view of life. What once was a dream of ours might fade away to give way to a different hope for the future. What matters most is that we HAVE a dream. Have a hope. It's that dream that drives us forward. That hope that gives us a reason to live. It's that future that we envision and strive for that gives our lives meaning.
The oldest memory of what I wanted to be when I "grew up" was becoming a veterinarian. Later on in life I had a run in with faith and for a time I wanted to be a Lutheran pastor. While I still have faith of a sense, as life went on I found and settled on the written word. Ever since then I knew that my place in life was to be a writer. When I write, I feel complete. I feel at one with the world around me.
Take some time and think of what you want to achieve in life. Take steps in that direction, no matter how small. One day, you'll see that it was all worth it.
