The Meaning of Life: Being true
I have experienced something recently that I am not sure how to describe.
It seemed to come out of the blue.
Serendipity. Synchronicity. Coincidence.
People use different words to describe it.
But to me they don’t quite cut it.
I don’t like the word fate because it implies we have no choice. And that I don’t agree with.
I think for the first time I understand the phrase, “what goes around comes around.”
How could I have known that who I was ten years ago would affect my life now?
And not only my life, but the lives of others? People I don’t even know in some cases?
How could I have known that choices I have made have affected others without my knowledge?
And suddenly the way I am and the way I treat myself seems so much more interconnected to others than it used to for me.
And with that knowledge comes beauty and a certain responsibility. A responsibility not only to myself, but to who I am and how who I am affects others.
It took a certain courage for the person I knew ten years ago to let me know I’d affected them the way I did. And I thank them immeasurably for that. That knowledge has changed my life.
It has given me a missing piece to a puzzle.
It does matter. It is important to be true to who you are. And, yes, you might not always be treated well by others or respected or valued, but someone will notice. Someone will be affected because you had the courage to be true to yourself no matter what. And because your courage touched their life.
So what word sums up what I’m trying to express? What I’ve found out recently that has so profoundly altered my perceptions of being true?
I think I know the meaning of life.
Why being who you are is the only way to live a true life. Because no one else is you. And you just never know how much being you may affect someone whose life you touch.
I really love that idea. It’s awesome and a bit overwhelming, but intensely comforting too.