Ever had one of those moments where you unexpectedly come across something and it speaks to you as though it was waiting just for you to come along? If you’ve read my blog on a regular basis you know I’m a very “in pursuit of the meaning of life and what my purpose in this world is” type of person. Lately I’ve been struggling to figure out the question of purpose and wondering if perhaps everything is not imbued with meaning or purpose and that perhaps moments are purely as they seem: coincidential and random. As I consider this very idea, a random walk down a random library corridor brings me face to face with a golden plaque:
To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty;
To find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by
a healthy child, a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed
easier because you have lived;
This is to have succeeded.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
Everytime I begin to fall back to the quite reasonable reasoning that life is simply a garbled mess of random chaos just as it appears to the naked eye… something as simple as a random wrong turn makes me believer in an order and a rhythm.. and a meaning… all over again.