I’ve concluded that my life makes no sense. After all, why
should it? Life is full of randomness, coincidence, serendipity, unexpected
intrusions, genetic malfunctions and odd complications, surprises and tragedies
of all sorts. It all makes life a challenge.
But my life does have meaning. That’s what I’m in control
of. That’s what I construct. That’s what I discover. And that’s what my life
pilgrimage is about.
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