Journal Entry 10.11.23

It is the middle of the night. I lie awake in our little room. It is 1:15. I went to bed at 8. I wonder, but I am not fixed on an idea. I wonder what will happen next. I wonder how I am going to continue to move through life having learned what I’ve learned. I wonder what is the meaning that will be found in my life, by me, by others. I wonder if meaning matters as much as I have always thought it did. I wonder if doing, moving through life well matters more than meaning. Or perhaps moving through life well is meaning.