Without meaning, or, a purpose for living each day, life seems futile.
While suicides are up along with diabetes, and an epidemic of obesity, let alone violence everywhere these days, I know people who fill their lives with a reason to live for daily.
That makes all the difference in the world.
A visit to the jail, to Detroit's Gratiot and McClellan's delicious On the Rise Bakery managed by the Capuchins, a chat with someone in the hospital, or, homebound, I find that that I come away from these experiences more blessed.
Purpose is fulfilling.
It makes one feel appreciated and satisfied along the way.
Whether thirty or fifty-four, or more, a reason to live for can fuel's anyone's life through a travail of tears, turns and twists, and, unexpected, even, life-threatening news.
Purpose with a prayer each day puts me in place to know who I am. That is, that I am a creature who can do something to make a difference.
I try each day.
It's a deciding factor between happiness and despair.