SIGNIFICANCE

Written by: Jay Doran, CEO and Founder of Culture Matters

Why do we struggle? Who are we fighting, if only against ourselves? Where are we going? When do we run out of time? These questions race through our minds and the answers to life may not have meaning and we feel out of time. Every ounce of our own personal beings has been drained. My life feels like it has been fulfilled for so long, but now with false pleasantries with a meaning null and void like a black hole of emptiness. Nothing will or has ever been enough. When I see my reflection looking back, I no longer can see myself. Will I ever know my truth? Who is this stranger staring back at me? Day by day, as the clock ticks away, ticks getting louder and louder, I curl up on myself in deep-seeded emotion; hatred of who I have become. I feel fake, like a fraud to who I know and who I am. It seems like it is all for nothing and that there is no point. Life has no destination but the one I have chosen. In a fleet of outer desperation, a claim to be the one worth loving, woe is me and why can't I just be. Where is my glory? A salvation; my life's meaning. In times of trial I have asked myself why and only heard the beating of my own heart. It lies within, and it remains clear, yet the phrasing of the answer never truly comes. The only questions, however, are the ones invoked by unsettled emotion. Who am I? Where am I going? Will I ever be at peace? What is life's meaning? Without a sail, my ship is lost at sea and the sea so vast and boundless that its own existence only proves my worry. Will I ever know me…?

It's just a black mirror starring back at me with no answers and only questions. Quiet desperation fills the cloud I find myself on with self-constraint holding back my tears of outer self-pity and inner turmoil. Only you, black mirror, speak our inner thoughts. Only you.

 “Life has no destination but the one I have chosen.”