My uncle’s (father’s younger brother) liver cancer has relapsed and my aunt was told to prepare for the worst. It’s time like this that makes me stop and question about the meaning of life.
Just when I was starting to procrastinate about the many things still unfinished before the end of the year, my uncle’s news made everything seemed meaningless in comparison. Couldn’t quite pull myself together to do work, I went out to catch the movie “The Young Messiah”, an imaginative story of young Jesus trying to find answers about His holy birth. Don’t we all question about the meanings of our lives sometimes?
Wouldn’t it be nice if God would just appear before us and tell us exactly why we were born and what we were supposed to do with our lives? But then if we know everything like God does, there wouldn’t be joy in searching and finding answers, and faith would be rendered unnecessary since we can’t possibly deny a God who created us and knows everything about us.
But then sometimes I just wish I knew and be assured of where to land my next step without being told exactly how everything will turn out. Feeling a little lost lately… about my career, life’s purpose, my possible other half…
