What truly brings meaning and purpose in life?

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Freud thought it was Sex. Nietzsche would talk about a will to power. Others love. Some money. What's the common thread. The meaning of life.

I come down somewhere with Frankl. Meaning. Purpose. 

For us men that's often compared to our profession. But is that everything?

 My job gives me purpose. It's a great job. I feel fulfilled to help people, make a difference. Yet with all that, it's not the main source of meaning in my life.

No.

There's a lot more to life. Things that give more meaning. Make life worth living and experiencing.

Most of all my wife. She's everything. The best of us. The best of me.

Then I got four kids. They're the world. The fun. The chaos. The pride. I love them all for who they each are.

And we got the cats and dog. They aren't easy always. But they're fuzzy. They love and they care. In their way. 

So I exist with them. In a life full of music, literature, art, and nature. Fill it with laughter and good food.

Make it a life worth living.

Find the heart of it all.

Service. Sacrifice. Hard work. They build they life worth living. They're purposeful but the not the meaning of the purpose.

I don't ever want to lose sight of that again.

I have at times. It leads to a scary apathy. 

Cause life, love. Relationships, creation, the world itself. A good book or the right song. It's what's really worth it.

All I care about is enough security for my family to be healthy and safe. So they can grow. Learn.

I'm lucky to have that in my life along with the career that brings purpose. 

I get to work to do it unto the least of these, then come home so that I may have joy.

I wish and pray all were so lucky. 



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