Those old enough to remember Ross Perot’s presidential campaign remember his Vice Presidential pick opened a debate with “Who am I? Why am I here?”
Do you sometimes wonder why you are here? I do.
There are several reasons for this in my case.
At work I am a cog in a huge wheel in a multi-national country that is so large it fits the Tommy Lee Jones comment in the fugitive: “that company is a monster!”
As well, I seem to make no difference in the lives of others, mainly because my job consumes so much of my time that I have very little left over to spend outside work pursuing any relationships. My wife is in the same boat by the way.
Most my time is spent sleeping, walking on a treadmill, working, eating and then sleeping again. When I finish at work I am sometimes so beat up that I haven’t the energy to do much of anything. Blogging here is a miracle actually when you consider my time and energy demands.
So I have often prayed out loud, “God either take me home, or give me something with some meaning to do while I am here!”
Here’s what I’ve discovered after the jump