But what if meaning’s not hidden? What if it’s nothing to find?
What if that’s not the story? What if the story is that meaning is not found at all – that it’s made? It’s made by the willingness to proceed as if certain things must be: Like life has to continue, not “you” have to continue;
That life is not your lifespand or your children’s lifespan or the lifespan of what you hold dear. How about holding dear the fact that nothing you hold dear lasts. How about holding that close to your bosom?
That’s making meaning at the end of the life, the willingness to do that.