When I was writing notes for this post I just put “no idea” and left it alone.
But I must say, it’s been an illuminating month.
Three years ago I could have died in an awe-inspiring car accident. Two years ago, I could have died on a OR table. Or bled out in my living room. But I didn’t. In fact, considering how things could have gone, Three (or Two) Years Ago went really well.
Despite all the frustration about “what am I going to DO with my life?!?!” I must conclude that there is something to be done with it. It’s here. I have life. I’m not sure why, but I am sure it’s on purpose.
I can’t begin to guess why I’m still alive. All I can do is look at others, who continue to live and find purpose even in the face of seemingly insurmountable changes or challenges, and feel hopeful. Maybe there’s not one, single, exclamation-pointy reason (though I think there must be). Maybe the point is actually just to live.
Maybe it’s not the destination, but the journey. Maybe the whole point is just to have awesome, epic stories when you get wherever you’re going.
In which case, I am set.