I have been thinking a lot about the meaning that we assign to life lately. Good, bad, relevant, irrelevant, successful, unsuccessful. Such deeply personal interpretations that we automatically empower with conclusive meaning. Really, in so many ways it is arbitrary. It seems like the real meaning should be deduced entirely from the way in which something manifests in your life. Possibly that is too relativist an option, but in terms of measuring up, or meeting standards… Whose standards are these anyhow? Who is really doing the measuring? Who is making the large determinations about how we are supposed to live, or what we are supposed to be doing? [In other words, where did I pick up all this mental baggage that essentially does little except serve as some annoying little recording that constantly questions whether or not I am “doing it right.”] Camus asked, if something worth living for is worth dying for, what about something not worth dying for? Good question, monsieur.
Today I was reminded of all this as I was looking through MissAnnaKay’s blog. I follow Anna’s blog with some degree of interest because I love to see the things that catch her eye. The blog is somewhat like a stream of conscious exercise, which makes it fascinating in it’s own right, and I get a kick out of seeing what may lie behind the perceptions of a witty and precocious nineteen year old. She had a Joseph Campbell quote on her page which I had not seen in a long time:
We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.