Recently, I posted about Ron Wayne, Apple’s lost founder (http://www.meaningfulfunerals.net/fh/obituaries/obituary.cfm?o_id=1104336&fh_id=11944) The person who sent me the article asked what it was about the desert that attracted interesting souls.
Her question set me to thinking about what I have learned from the desert rats, from the disenchanted, the demoralized, and the discarded. By searching them out and engaging them, am I just amusing myself, gleaning blog fodder?
Buried near the end of the Ron Wayne piece, within a sentence that obscures its own core, is the question: “What gives your life meaning?”
This is a question we ought to be asking ourselves daily until some sort of answer emerges. We forget to ask this question in our headlong stampede to earn a living, acquire trophies, make babies, and indulge ourselves in experiences that fade.
The question has a deceptively simple look. It is a question for which I do not have a quick answer.
Is it in search of the answer the reason I am driving around the country with barely a plan for the day, let alone for the rest of my life?
Have you asked yourself this question lately? Where are you in your quest for an answer?
Would you care share?