Evenshine asked me how it is I find meaning, as I don’t believe in God. She has been incredibly respectful of our differing beliefs, so here is my answer.
I find meaning in giving a pear to a homeless man standing in the rain off the 405 exit ramp.
I don’t give a shit and a half about handbags.
I find meaning in walking instead of driving whenever possible.
I would be a terrible witness in a hit and run since I can’t tell a Lexus from a Yugo. Although, after this much time at our preschool, I know from Escalades, as long as they are black.
I find meaning in donating my breastmilk.
Not so much in sunglasses. Seriously, what’s with the Dolce & Gabano?
I find meaning in my community helping my family through a crisis.
I like designer clothes as much as the next girl, but I know that the slogan “For All Mankind” does not endow Seven jeans with social significance.
I believe in people.
I enjoy a fancy restaurant, but I try not to confuse it with meaningful interaction with my partner.
I find meaning in Benjamin’s excitement every time his brother comes come. Especially when Zach hugs him instead of hitting him over the head.
Meaning for me is in the mundane. I don’t believe in God, but I believe in the power of daily acts and the importance of respecting our environment and caring for our fellow creatures. I am not a great person, and I know that my practice falls far below my ideals. But, I try to make sure that each day I do something more meaningful than simply consume.
How do you find meaning?