I've always been a seeker, searching for meaning and asking that timeless question, "What makes life significant?" I've contemplated the perplexities of existence, trying to understand moments of euphoria as though they were the result of a simple mathematical equation easily reproduced. For me, two plus two has never been four.
Life should be lived, not analyzed. Regardless of understanding, the magical play continues; and it is up to us to contribute a verse. The question is not one of understanding, but "What will our verse be?" We make life significant.
Christmas evokes such musings, especially in an era where meaning is skewed toward triviality. As I search for deeper meaning, I ask, "Is that all there is?" The imagination, mysticism and fantasy of Christmas often hide behind one of three doors. If you follow the lead of the masses, you'll choose the wrong door.