What if after all these years of searching for meaning, I want to live a meaning”less” life?
Stick with me for a minute.
I am not talking about forsaking passion. And love. And purpose. And the hope that I have a positive effect on the people I interact with on a personal and professional level.
I’m talking about relieving me of the burden of interpreting what other people’s words and actions mean. What did he mean when he did that? What did she mean when she said that? How the heck am I supposed to know what they mean? How inflated is my ego that I think I can even guess? And who gave me the responsibility, or the right, to figure out what anyone else’s meaning is?
Less meaning on the million things that don’t matter to me would increase the amount of meaning I could put on the things that really do matter to my heart. I could reclaim my power to choose where I bestow my very precious meaning.
Meaning is mine and mine alone
Mine to give. Mine to choose. Mine to assign.
My meaning has been so dispersed that it has become diluted.
I don’t want meaningless.
I want meaning”LESS”!