The thing is, I have been doing a lot of deep thinking this year, as well. That has resulted in more than one headache. (Or perhaps it was the wine.) As a result, much of what I want to say is not related to my travels and is also not appropriate for Facebook. At the same time, here's a great picture of my daughter when we went to Fort Myers Beach a few weeks ago. I'm not only contemplating the lint in my navel!
I thought about writing a post that boldly declared that everything we think and believe is based on the fantasies or outright lies of handsome men. I might still write that when I can keep it from becoming too depressing. Instead, I chose to expose you to my thoughts on the meaning of life.
You see, I've come to the end of my search for meaning. I was never very good at it, anyway. I realized, in a conversation with a dear friend this week, that I stopped searching for meaning some time ago. I have, over the course of this journey, discovered contentment in simply being. I am certain there are names for this and that greater minds than mine have discoursed on the topic (Nietzsche, Camus, Sartre, Descartes, Bonhoeffer), but I've either ignored them or shamelessly plagiarized them without knowing.
In case this is getting to be too much, here's a picture of my daughter and me in front of my tiny trailer home. I so loved having her visit!
The essence of the search for meaning is to sow discord. The search assumes there is an answer. Of course, if one has found the answer, then it is within our nature to attempt to convince everyone else that we are right in our answer. If I am right, then you are wrong, and that creates a division between us. The antidote to answers is the lack of questions. I'm simply not asking them any longer.
I certainly consult my GPS and maps when I am going someplace. I ask for recommendations in a restaurant. I inquire about the health and well-being of my friends. I entertain philosophical discussions. It's fun. But it does not affect my acceptance of others or my outlook on life.
Life is the meaning of life.
Really, how could I not end that without a picture of a beautiful sunset in the RV Park where I'm staying?
I am being.
