The meaning of life
What’s important to you is important.
Have you found your purpose in life yet? What are you put on this planet to do? How are you going make change?
Right from when we learn to talk, we are asked what we’re going to do when we grow up. The galloping housewife is fifty years old. She still doesn’t have a clue. And it doesn’t matter.
We live in a world where we are just one of seven and a half billion people. The thing that she chooses to do is irrelevant. In the vastness of those numbers, any choice she makes is both futile and important.
Futile in that the decision to recycle a can is not going to make a jot of difference against the insatiable appetite for electricity of the aluminium industry.
Yet important in that the world is made up of individuals.
And we don’t have to be united in action to be powerful. Or at least, that’s not the only way.
Just as important as physical action is the emotion that drives that action. For our world to be a better place we need hope and love and compassion and faith that it can and will improve.
For each of us individually, what gives us hope is different. What gives us a sense of purpose is not only unique, but changes – over a lifetime, by season, sometimes hour by hour.
The world needs artists just as much as scientists. The world needs parents just as much as activists and business leaders and garbage collectors.
The galloping housewife has gone from nurse to charity worker to bomb thrower to farm worker to mother to horse rider and now she mainly sits behind a computer writing blogs like this.
While sometimes it is more difficult to explain why riding the perfect 20m circle was just as critical in the scheme of things as saving the life of an injured child, she knows in her heart that we need it all.
In a world where we are constantly striving to find meaning, it’s more critical than ever that we understand that the meaning we seek is in what has meaning for us.
If it is important to you, it’s important to all of us.