Tuesday, July 14, 2009

The Meaning We Make

This passage from Chaim Potok's The Chosen speaks to the work of living as being the "filling" of life with meaning. In other words, we write our lives with the meaning we make or we allow our lives to be "fill" in the compositions others create (perhaps being secretly relieved to be delivered of the work we would otherwise have to do on our own behalves).

"... meaning is not automatically given to life."

Father (David Malter) speaking to his son, Reuven Malter:

"I learned a long time ago, Reuven, that a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is nothing. But the man who lives that span, he is something. He can fill that tiny span with meaning, so its quality is immeasurable though its quantity may be insignificant. Do you understand what I am saying? A man must fill his life with meaning, meaning is not automatically given to life. It is hard work to fill one's life with meaning."


The Chosen (Potok, 217)
ISBN 0449213447

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