With two hands and one heart, I give myself to purpose.
Proudly Kenyan.
Chemist & Mortician with a deep respect for life.
Living in the Father’s blessings.
I don't think young people are afraid of hard work.
I think we're afraid of climbing the wrong mountain.
Maybe that's why so many of us feel stuck.
Not because we're lazy...
But because we don't know which direction is worth our life.
Still trying to figure that one out.
Every time I postpone asking the hard questions about life
I become obsessed with smaller ones.
A new phone.
A better job.
More money.
They're important.
But I wonder if sometimes they're standing in for a question I don't really want to ask.
"What am I actually building?"
I've been asking myself a strange question lately.
If someone gave me a million dollars tomorrow
Would I finally have meaning?
Or would I just have more expensive distractions?
I'm beginning to think money solves many problems.
I'm not convinced it's meant to solve that one
I stood before the mirror, seeking to discover myself.
The mirror replied,
"I can show thee only thy face, not thy nature."
For a man's identity is not found in his reflection—
but in the choices he maketh when none compel him.
Which version of you have you been feeding?
We spend much of our lives asking,
"Who am I?"
Yet a more unsettling question is this:
Who am I when the audience departs?
Identity is not revealed by what we profess.
It is revealed by what we repeatedly practice.
Have you ever promised yourself something
...only to break that promise a few hours later?
It's almost as though the man who made the promise and the man who broke it had never met.
Perhaps the greatest stranger you'll ever encounter is the version of yourself when you're alone
And I cried unto the heavens, saying,
"Lord, where lieth the meaning of my life?"
Then a quiet voice whispered,
"Build with faithfulness.
Love deeply.
Serve willingly.
Walk humbly.
And thou shalt discover that meaning is seldom found by those who stand still."
We chase money, status, applause, and comfort, believing one of them will finally satisfy us.
Yet when the excitement fades, we ask the same old question:
"Is this all there is?"
Perhaps meaning was never something to consume.
Perhaps it is something to build.
philosopher:
"Create your own meaning."
believer:
"Discover the meaning already prepared for you."
psychology:
"Without meaning, suffering becomes unbearable."
Perhaps all three are wrestling with the same truth:
A life without purpose eventually begins to feel unbearable
We spend years asking:
"What is the meaning of life?"
Perhaps we've been asking the wrong question.
The real question may be:
"What makes a life meaningful?"
The first seeks an answer.
The second demands a response.
World Two
Meaning does not exist until you create it.
This is the existentialist position.
Life presents you with a blank page.
Your choices become the ink.
World One
Meaning already exists.
Your task is to discover it.
This is the view held by most religious traditions.
Life has an objective purpose.
Truth exists independently of you.
You are called to align yourself with it.