WHAT IS THE MEANING OF MY LIFE?

Why bother to even ask the question?  Albert Einstein thought it was a dumb thing.  He would rather go cycling that do a silly thing like that.  People continue to ask it though, especially if you are caught up in rough places.  Viktor Frankl writes about his experiences in the Nazi death camps.  Everything was reduced to stark nakedness, not even his prestigious qualifications as a psychiatrist were considered seriously.  He dug trenches until his fingers were oozing blood in one of the most biting European winters ever known.

If he never asked that question, now it stood before him as a matter between life and death.  "What is the meaning of my life?"  We ask it because we have definite beginning and end.  It is important to engage in something you love and feel passionate about.  But in a world that spins on Maslow's hierarchy of needs (especially the bottom rungs), we are likely to end up believing that the world is anchored on full bellies.

And yet people with full bellies ask that question too.  So we are anxious below, and anxious beyond.  One way to overcome this feeling of desperation is to have a dynamic personal vision.  Something that can be taken to the next level.  Supposing you stand at the end of your life, and someone asks, "What did you make of your life?"  How would you respond?

When I asked that question, it made me look deep into my life-bag.  I identified those things, or that one thing I'm passionate about.  And just started doing it.  No strategic plans, aims and objectives, wara wara...Just plain straight doing IT!  And everything just started falling into place.  You are here for something, what is it?
You don't have forever you know.  Just do it!