Maybe that is why we are all here: to figure it out, which implies not only an answer but the process of answering it. The answer comes in the doing. Perhaps that is the reason writers write and then feel the need to share. Maybe it is why I keep this blog going.
The poet Rilke suggests: "And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."
Rabbi Krusher wrote When Bad Things Happen to Good People as a way to come to meaning around his son's death from progeria at age 14.
In Man's Search for Meaning, Viktor Frankl shares that the people in concentration camps who survived or who went to their deaths with hope were those who realized they had the choice to find meaning in the moment--often helping others
I believe that every human being I see is here in Florence, every person who has walked into Orti Dipini, this "special educational garden"* while I have been writing, is searching for meaning. They may not be conscious of it, but they are; it's a life process, a project as inherent as breathing.
* Orti Dipini--Here we practice organic urban horticulture and its application in the daily life.
We promote sustainability, reuse, recycle, environmental education, professional formation and social integration