“It’s your road and yours alone, others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.”
Where are you going?
Where have you been?
Where do you want to be?
Who do you want to be all along the way? You? Or someone not quite you? Is it possible to live a life that is not really our authentically own but somewhat of a distortion? A misleading impression? Egos demand attention and constant boosting. Masks hide, marking us less genuine. Will your insides be congruent with your outsides?
“On a grass roots level we say that man can touch more than he can grasp.” Gabriel Marcel
Marcel believed, as do I, that more than just the physical world exists. How might the physical world be distinguished from the nonphysical world?
In my most ecclesiastical moments I might be pulled into thinking that life in this physical world is merely to be tolerated or endured considering the ongoing atrocities all around the world. In more glorious moments I want to wring it for all its wondrous worth. What is the meaning in life, exactly? What is the meaning in death? Life and death are not merely meaningless. What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? Haven’t we all at some point wondered what the most real meaning is? What we are here for?