when i was young, i often hear family friends tell my mother i would be her ticket out of poverty. and during the times when i displayed disobedience and stubbornness, she would castigate me with sarcasm in her words about this neighbors-induced prediction.
when she passed away i felt a portion of me had also died out. i started to deal with the question “what is the purpose of living?” were the neighbors wrong in their conjectures? or was it not just meant to be?
religion taught me about the life hereafter. coupled with answers to the question “why we are here?”.
the coveys’ books are replete of help on finding a life full of meaning. i even made a personal mission statement according to their suggested guides.
three different sources. but it seems i am still losing it. all statements changes into mere words. i am losing grasp of what they all stand for.
the world now revolves in everything instant. i worked in manila for 3 consecutive years. no other place in the country where it could be described as fast-paced. topography changes every 6 months.
and while there i was completely lost in the crowd.
i did not make it big. or in other’s words, i failed.
now, i am starting again.
and my quittance taught me this idea – we don’t search for life’s meaning. we put meaning to our lives.
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