For the first time in, well, ever, I spent Christmas alone. I was, unfortunately, the recipient of a birthday-case of COVID, my birthday being two weeks prior.
As I sat and pondered the pandemic, the holidays, family, and all that it entails, I guess the thought arose that has been a driving factor for millennia.
What makes a happy and meaningful life?
Now, this is obviously a much bigger question than anyone knows how to answer. It’s one that has been debated probably since the very first debates.
What I’ve come up with, in this new solitude, is that happiness is constantly in flux, and meaning is what you give to your own life. How you view yourself is how you act, and how you act is who you are.
So, be happy? Merry Christmas. Don’t get sick. I’ll see you next year.