Excerpt:
“My
thoughts would also drift on those warm summer prairie
mornings to the
emptiness or meaninglessness of life. 'What is the purpose
of life? What is my purpose here?' These were some of the
questions that I as a young man was struggling with during
those quiet times. I could see the life patterns of those
around me: they grew up, tried to have some fun, got married,
had some children, squeezed in some vacations, worked,
their kids moved away and then they died. Somehow for me,
this was not enough. It seemed predictable and empty. But
at that time, predictability appeared boring. I wanted
adventure and I wanted there to be something bigger, much
bigger, that I could be a part of, something that mattered.
In short, I wanted my life to count. Could that be had
here on earth?” |
