twenty-eight years and a million words
Today some Christmas cards arrived in the mail. I know for a fact that one was sent (from western Canada) on December 1. while the other came from Australia. Japan Post is usually so fast and reliable that it can be unsettling. I don't know what the issue can be here.
Meaning is not something you stumble across, like the answer to a riddle or the prize in a treasure hunt. Meaning is something you build into your life. You build it out of your own past, out of your affections and loyalties, out of the experience of humankind as it is passed on to you, out of your own talent and understanding, out of the things you believe in, out of the things and people you love, out of the values for which you are willing to sacrifice something. The ingredients are there. You are the only one who can put them together into that unique pattern that will be your life. Let it be a life that has dignity and meaning for you. If it does, then the particular balance of success or failure is of less account.
—John Gardner