I’ve often heard people say that we need to look for the meaning or try and find the meaning in what life presents us with, as if meaning is something always hidden waiting to be looked for and found. I’m sure there’s truth in that. I suppose there are times when meaning kind of rewards our looking with its presence and says, “Here you are, this is what it all means.”
But what about those moments or events coloured by a senselessness beyond our ability to grasp and understand, and there are many of them? I think we have two options, either we live with the mystery of it all, or we give it meaning. There’s an essential difference between looking for and giving meaning.
Me, I follow all three, I look for it, I give it, and I live in its mystery. May meaning embrace you all and where it cannot be found or given, may you also find peace in its mystery.