Searching for meaning is a concept that has only recently, like in the past decade, had any meaning or sense of import to me. It seemed to me that life is meant to be lived and enjoyed, not explored and evaluated. Reading Viktor Frankl’s book Man’s Search for Meaning opened my eyes to a whole new way of thinking about life. I started searching for my meaning.
Those reminders to stop — or at least slow down — and take stock of life or a situation happen regularly. Sometimes it’s a deer jumping in front of me, sometimes it’s a string of red lights that remind me to not take life so seriously. Sometimes that message to slow down means a mental slow down, sometimes it means a physical slow down. Sometimes the message I’m taking stock of is that I was in the wrong job, or with friends who weren’t supportive of me and therefore not good for me to hang with. Other times I get to learn that I can’t successfully do so many things at once, if I want to avoid accidents big and small.