Life is but a mist or a vapor.
Our years on Earth transitory.
Realizing this is the key to grasping meaning.
Our moments in Time are filled with myriad emotions, sometimes unceasing sorrow, other times inexpressable joy.
Change is a force moving us through Time, often without our consent, or desire.
Meaning, therefore, must be found not situationally, but intentionally.
Is Purpose individual or universal?
Are we nothing more than microcosms in a macrocosmic universe?
Are we moved along by chance and force only: or is there choice?
Pain, suffering, poverty, grief, and loss are not generally choices that are made, but instead, situations that are thrust upon us.
Choice comes in reaction to the situation, not in the situation itself.
Choice is critical, though often uncomfortable.
If indeed our lives are but a stitch in the fabric of Time, where is meaning found?
Meaning is found only in perpetuity.
Intentionally.
Life on Earth is transient.
Time, however; infinite.
