The meaning of life. What is it? How can we grab it with our hands and close our fingers over it-toss it from hand to hand-run it through our fingers? How can we discover what we’re meant to do in a world that seems to inhibit us, throw dirt on us, toss us back and forth, and demand that we figure out where we’re meant to be?
I think the beauty of it is, nobody knows. No person, not even yourself, will ever fully understand the meaning of your life. People may say they’ve found their passion, explored their talents, discovered their purpose-but in every one of us, we have a fire that constantly burns and grows inside. A fire that makes life worth living. A fire that never takes on one form or shape.
At the base of every fire is something that burns, something that platforms our existence. For me, that’s God. For you, that may mean something or someone completely different. We all have a base-a source of fire-but fire spreads. Let it. Open yourself up to new experiences, new perspectives. Do what you love and love what you do. Take risks. Don’t limit yourself with what you think you’re meant to do. Jailbreak societal constraints. Be a cowboy.