I needed a bit of a break yesterday. I’ve been thinking a lot recently about why I’m continuing to blog every day.
It’s been over two months now.
The obvious answer, of course, is that this is my attempt to make meaning. And to perhaps provide some sort of meaning to others? Though that seems like a greater leap than I am prepared to take.
Human beings seek meaning. I don’t have an evolutionarily supported reason as to why, but in my experience we do. Perhaps it is simply the extension of our pattern-making. Organisms that are able to recognize and respond to patterns have a better chance of survival. And as our brains became more complex, perhaps the next logical step was to attempt to make sense from the entirety of our existence.
Whatever the reason, I am certainly not immune.
I want these past two months to mean something. I want the suffering and grief and depression to be in the service of a larger story.
Luckily, as a writer, I feel in a certain position to do something about shaping this story. Hopefully shaping it for the better. As I’ve written before, the end result of this global pandemic will be change, and it is up to us as individuals and humans to shape that change towards a more just world.
Long story short, I guess I’ll keep writing this blog as I grapple with the meaning of life and death and COVID-19 and my place in the universe.
I appreciate your patience and support along this journey.
All the best,