The Meaning of Life….or My Simple Version of it.

What if the meaning of life is our connection to other people? What if the whole point of this chaotic existence is having interactions and relationships with others? What if we could derive the most meaning from experiencing the everyday things we take for granted. The moment of a sunrise, the taste of chocolate, the sound of rain. There needn’t be a moment beyond it.

What if that’s it?

Family is like the universe giving us a head start. We have a default group of people who are there to share and love and connect with us right from the beginning. And those who are lucky to have family, are all the more enriched by learning how to cultivate these relationships, and understand the importance of having them, taking the good with the bad, the highs with the lows. Letting go of the expectations that any family has to be a certain thing, and most importantly, forgiving mistakes. Being human means being flawed, and we hurt each other and we can mend. I’m discovering that the people who have the most meaningful lives are the ones who know that loving someone else, being there for someone without conditions, that’s the most rewarding gift of all.

I was the kid who would play with anyone. I made friends with the other kids that were ignored. I didn’t want people to feel left out. Which, I guess is how I started to feel from a very early age. Even to this day, friends of mine tell me that I’m too friendly, and I try to make friends everywhere I go, with baristas, grocery store cashiers, people in waiting rooms. I’ve always had this knee-jerk reaction to want to connect with everyone. Somehow, for a long time, this part of me was walled up and guarded. I became angry and resentful, unwilling to forgive and bitter. I cut friendships, I ended relationships, I walked away from people all the time, in fear of their hurting me. These walls need to come down. And I’m breaking them one by one.

Without people in it, life is less meaningful, and so I hope this project brings together as many as are willing. And I hope that I can be one of the people that others can lean on, and come to, because I understand that life will be more meaningful when they do. All the missing pieces of me that have been scattered throughout my life, I hope it’s not to late to retrace my steps and pick some of them back up. We don’t get to choose what happens to us when we’re kids, and so the sins of our parents can have repercussions that they never intended. But, luckily, we can pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and start all over again.

As long as there’s still time….

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