Do you need a path? Do you need to know that your life has some pre-determined significance?
I’ve been thinking about that. I know as an adolescent and in my 20s I pondered this question quite a bit. You know, your basic “What is the meaning of life?” moments.
But, now, I’m surprised to admit – I don’t think I really care about purpose or path or any of that. I’m alive now and, as the Finn Brothers would say, Everyone I Love is Here. I’m not only just good with that, knowing that really fills me up to the brim.
"I felt exceedingly small, but also exceedingly large, and the things that had once seemed so important now appeared trifling. Actually, those things had never even existed. I’d imagined every last one of them. Nothing ever really existed. Somehow, just then, navigating that cosmic ocean of sky, this was everything I needed to know."