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.
To get you to your goals in life, what elements will you add, and not let anything or anyone take you off course. That can be a big challenge, especially if your goal isn’t strong or well anchored.
The first time I remember hearing someone ponder what their purpose was, or why they were on Earth, I was a sophomore in college. One of my roommates was ruminating on the subject, and in a heavy tone tossed her ideas out into the room. The others in the room jumped right in to discuss her thoughts. I hung back.
The story of the bricklayers moved me. Have you heard this story? Let me tell it to make sure we’re talking about the same story.
A visitor came across a bricklayer hard at work. The visitor asked what the bricklayer was doing. “I’m stacking bricks”, came the answer.