I guess you can't really live a life of meaning unless you really think about getting the stuff out of your life that consumes you in a trivial manner. Eliminating the unneccessary. Not all of it, just the things that waste time - like that rerun of Friends that you can't believe you wasted a half an hour of your precious life watching...
Which brings me to the game on my phone - solitare. A mind-numbingly simply game, with no point other than to just waste time. You really don't feel much satisfaction when you realize that you can stack all your cards on the right Aces - but you just keep flipping the cards - at least that's what I've been doing while I've been recuperating.
That was okay when I was too sore to read, or too weak to think, but now it has become a nasty habit. I put myself to sleep with solitare, and if I wake up in the middle of the night because my head hurts or because I'm uncomfortable, I grab my phone and play solitare. I don't even want to think about the number of minutes of my life I've dedicated to this...shameful.
So, tonight, my quest to live a meaningful life will manifest itself in my deleting solitare from my cell phone - before midnight - which means I can play a few more games...
Tomorrow I will go to the library and find the novel that I'm determined to read before classes start on the 12th.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
The First Day
Living meaningfully....
What does that mean? How does one live meaningfully? Purposefully?
My first response was to approach this as having to "do something" to live meaningfully.
Today, though, as I was sitting on the couch feeling the soreness in my head and the tightness of my scalp, holding my daughter on my lap, and soaking in the comfort that she brought, I realized that part of living meaningfully is to recognize the meaning in the ordinary. I don't have to "do" anything particular, but I can recognize the extraordinary in the everyday.
We are human. There are times that we can't, we just can't.
I'm recovering from brain surgery. But I can still live meaningfully by just being aware of my life and the meaning that imbues every corner of it.
What does that mean? How does one live meaningfully? Purposefully?
My first response was to approach this as having to "do something" to live meaningfully.
Today, though, as I was sitting on the couch feeling the soreness in my head and the tightness of my scalp, holding my daughter on my lap, and soaking in the comfort that she brought, I realized that part of living meaningfully is to recognize the meaning in the ordinary. I don't have to "do" anything particular, but I can recognize the extraordinary in the everyday.
We are human. There are times that we can't, we just can't.
I'm recovering from brain surgery. But I can still live meaningfully by just being aware of my life and the meaning that imbues every corner of it.
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