“Human beings do not live forever. We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity. So it may be asked what value is there to a human life. There is so much pain in the world. What does it mean to have to suffer so much if our lives are nothing more than the blink of an eye?
I learned a long time ago, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant. Do you understand what I am saying? A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life.
It is hard work to fill one’s life with meaning. That I do not think you understand yet. A life filled with meaning is worthy of rest. I want to be worthy of rest when I am no longer here.”
This is one of the questions I’d been struggling for. What’s the meaning of life? What are we here for? When everything you hold dear to starts to fall apart, so what? I’ve asked many people I admired, but there was no answer – no good, satisfying answers – until I came across KC. Now, as I kept going on this journey, AND, as I randomly picked up these conversations with those I haven’t seen for 20 years, a very different feeling came up. The best years of my life, those people, I can only see the value of them 20 years later! I wonder if this is what we’d feel after we die…the goodness of it, the preciousness of it…perhaps what’s left is really not what we thought should be important, but those seemingly unimportant, the seemingly meaningless blinks, that we so take granted for.
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