Finding meaning

The other day I received a comment on a previous blog post from someone who clearly objected to my lifestyle and the way I present it here. Phrases such as “vacuous dross”, and “privileged and meaningless existence” were deployed, and although I didn’t appreciate the tone I have to admit I don’t entirely disagree with their point. I am well aware that this blog is all happy-shiny tales from my extraordinarily-privileged life (a life for which I am perpetually grateful, by the way), and I know that that even the bad days I don’t write about are really not all that bad in the overall scheme of things. And whilst I am perfectly capable of sophisticated textual analysis I choose not to do that here, although perhaps I should…

Pique aside, it’s always valuable to have one’s bubble popped from time to time, and the more I think about it the more I’m grateful for this comment – particularly as I was vaguely thinking about making one of my current volunteer activities more meaningful,  and this has prompted me to sign up for an orientation to explore some options. I’m not sure whether this was the desired response, but there we go.

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