Here I am, back for the umpteenth time in the park of the Art Institute of Florence near Porta Roman, sitting on a bench, people watching, musing, and writing . I've written about the people, the dogs, the students, the little kids in this park many times. Probably I should reread those past blogs, but that holds no interest. No, I am living in the present moment, considering my current theme--meaning making as the ultimate human endeavor.
Sitting here, I am aware how content, purposeful, and complete I feel, which I have to believe is a life goal of all humans. Is this contentment easier for me, an older person, than for the students walking across the grounds? Probably. The students are searching as was I when I studied here years ago. At the time I didn't realize that I was not only learning independence but was taking it on as important part of my way to make meaning of my life. I trust it also has to do with my faith and with God.
Sitting here, I am aware how content, purposeful, and complete I feel, which I have to believe is a life goal of all humans. Is this contentment easier for me, an older person, than for the students walking across the grounds? Probably. The students are searching as was I when I studied here years ago. At the time I didn't realize that I was not only learning independence but was taking it on as important part of my way to make meaning of my life. I trust it also has to do with my faith and with God.