In our Meaning section, we examine questions of purpose, spiritual exploration, and what constitutes a life well-lived. Here you’ll find reflections on faith, success redefined, chasing dreams versus security, and the search for authentic direction – conversations for those questioning what really matters.
I’ve spent thousands of hours at this computer. Different blogs, posts, endless tweaking. But something feels blocked. At 57, I’ve never bought a new vehicle. The effort is real—so what’s missing? Kyle Mechlinski’s video hit me: What if we’re building without the right foundation?
Not necessarily what you’d buy for yourself—but whose life would you change if you could? The people we’d help financially reveal something about gratitude, love, and what really matters to us.
Strip away the bills and financial pressure—what remains? This isn’t about lottery fantasies, but the honest dreams that reveal who we really are when survival isn’t part of the equation. What Would You Do If Money Wasn’t an Issue?
During a recent conversation with Claude (an AI assistant), I asked what I thought to be a grammar question, but received a life journey summary as part of a detailed answer. What came back surprised me, prompting me to write this post and ask you the same question…
I find myself thinking about what comes next more than I used to. Not from fear, but from genuine curiosity about the greatest mystery we all face. What happens when this life ends and whatever follows begins?
What do you hope heaven—or whatever comes after—is actually like?
This is one of those posts I never thought I’d write. The kind that makes you wonder if you’re about to sound completely unhinged to people who don’t know you. But at nearly 60, this “old dog” doesn’t care about appearing “normal” anymore. I’m talking about those unexplained…
Do you ever feel like you’re settling for “good enough” when something inside still hungers for more? At nearly 57, this old dog is finally admitting something. I’m trying to turn my life around. There’s this persistent voice asking, “Is this all there is?” Maybe you hear that voice…
Last night, thanks to a mosquito and my overactive mind, I managed about an hour of sleep. But instead of feeling exhausted, my brain exploded with blog ideas. At nearly 60, lying there energized by possibility, I realized something startling: I’m addicted to hope. Sound familiar?
How do dreams change as you get older? From helicopter pilot ambitions to wanting time with aging parents – exploring how what we want shifts with age and experience.
567 consecutive days of Duolingo. Twenty years in Japan. And my Japanese is still embarrassingly basic. Not because I’m lazy—it’s more complicated than that. Here’s the honest accounting.