Part of Life

My, what a comfortable life you must have. I somehow don’t think you would wax so abstractly were you in such circumstances that demanded you find meaning in life or lose it.

If the aches were gripping your belly, the homeboy’s bullet piercing your chest, the car slamming into your side, your home and work threatened; when going out would be that much easier. Then, you can bet, you’d know that you had a reason for staying – that something was important enough to make living the Way, one more day here, worthwhile.

And that would be what was meaningful to you.