"Can I go play with Nietzsche and Sartre now?"
"Okay, but don't expect them to give you the answers. This is an essay test. There are no right or wrong answers. No cheating."
There she goes again. No right or wrong answers. Is that what I had hoped? To find a right answer? And what would that be? The right answer is an answer I can live with. The wrong answer is the one that I will chew over like a dog with a bone until I mash it into a pulp that I can reshape into something that fits a more preferable version of the truth.
I had hoped there would be Truth. I had hoped. Do hope.
"What had you hoped it would mean?"
I think the question is too big. Or perhaps it is too small. If I answer too quickly, what next? Isn't life about the search? Isn't MY life about the search? Like the postcard on my desk "and then one day, for no reason, Fred Benny's head exploded." And then, one day, BECAUSE OF no reason, Laura exploded, like a drop of Easter egg dye in water, dispersed to the thinnest sheen over the surface of the water.
"While you are at it, that nice man, Viktor Frankl, wanted you to stop by...if you were going to be in the neighborhood."
Yeah. I think I'll be in the neighborhood.
Laura Young is a personal development and business coach. She is a contributing author to A Guide to Getting It: Purpose and Passion and Become Your Own Great and Powerful: A Woman's Guide to Leading a Real, Big Life. She has recently been featured on By, For and About Women and Artists First Radio. Learn more about Laura or visit her blog.
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