“Why is the sky blue?”
   
    “Why is the grass green?”
   
    “But why?”

As a child, I needed reasons for everything. The WHAT wasn’t enough. I had to know the WHY. This childish inner drive to understand the meaning of everything.

As I grew older it changed form but didn’t go away. I still want to know the why. Doesn’t everyone? Don’t you long for meaning? To know the reasons behind things? To comprehend your purpose for existence?

Life is messy. I want clarity, but sometimes it seems out of reach. Everything jumbled together. Bits and pieces of color, with no distance to give perspective. To transform into a mosaic.

I want to know why I’m here. What is my purpose? How do I fit in? Am I just a random creature on this planet floating in space? Why am I really here?

I’m a list addict. I love making lists of everything I need to do. Sometimes I include things I’ve already done, just for the pleasure of scratching it off. It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something. Like I have a purpose.

Meaning. I’ve been searching for it my whole life. From elemental queries about the color of grass to ethereal longings for life direction – I want true purpose.

Some of the answers I’ve found? Focus on helping other people. Learn how to love with abandon. Seek communion with God.
What answers have you found?