A friend of mine thoughtfully loaned me her copy of “A Return to Love” by Marianne Williamson. As I was reading the introduction, I stumbled upon a beautiful reflection, which really resonates with my own ideas on this subject:
“Meaning doesn’t lie in things. Meaning lies in us. When we attach value to things that aren’t love – the money, the car, the house, the prestige – we are loving things that can’t love us back. We are searching for meaning in the meaningless. Money, of itself, means nothing. Material things, of themselves, mean nothing. It’s not that they’re bad. It’s that they’re nothing.
We came here to co-create with God by extending love. Life spent with any other purpose in mind is meaningless, contrary to our nature and ultimately painful.”