making meaning

If I had been happy working a typical J.O.B.

If I hadn’t been much bothered by the constraints of typical western life..

If conforming to the way it is hadn’t felt like it was eating me up from the inside.. I probably wouldn’t have ever started any of this side hustle stuff. Not the first time, and most definitely not this time. Life is busy enough, with more than enough to fill my days, so it’s absolutely not that I wanted yet another thing to take up my time and energy. Of course not. But the fact that I can’t seem to tolerate the typical ways of living and being in this culture… well, that’s enough of a driving force isn’t it?

And that, alone, gives all of this meaning, for me.

What gives your life meaning? What gives what you do from day to day meaning? Do you feel the need for meaning in your life?