The Thirst For Life Itself

Not long ago I was asked in therapy to consider my purpose. I thought for a moment, careful to select my words.

My purpose, simply put, is threefold:

  • to love and be loved
  • to be present for others
  • to accept help

I realize after years in therapy that I can’t discuss my recovery without touching on spiritual matters. Even without uttering “God” or “faith,” I’m restless for meaning in a mechanically operated, perpetually instant world.

Perhaps I’m a secret believer. A reformed cynic. Maybe identifying as agnostic spoke to my struggle with indecision and self-ambivalence. Maybe this mask no longer fits.

Has my writing taken a religious turn? A desert wanderer, am I longing to be nourished by the thirst for life itself?

One thought on “The Thirst For Life Itself

  1. Tom Trebswether September 12, 2016 / 7:11 am

    Even though I don’t want to be, I am a spiritual being. Everyone struggles with these thoughts. That’s why it is called Faith.

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