The question, to the answer, “To Love and Be Loved”.
Drum roll please……………
“What is the meaning of Life”?
Before our son was born, I had a dream where I was about 65 years old, and our son, now eight, was older, maybe in his twenties, and he asked me, very seriously and deliberately, “Dad, what’s the meaning of Life”?
And I looked at him him the way everyone looks when asked the World’s most important question – dumbfounded, confused, and embarrassed – and said,“Hmmm. That’s a great question. I don’t know”.
Or worse yet, I attempt some long-winded answer, that is just a disguise to my ignorance and lack of forethought and preparation.
“Pathetic”, is the first thing I thought of as I analyzed this dream.
“How can you not know, Dad”? My son sadly asks. “How can you not know after all these years”?, he mutters.
Then I wake up. It was only a dream. Thank God it was only a dream.
Or was it? Hmmm……. Carpe Diem, jeff noel 🙂