I read 255 pages last night.
I read, "A Million Miles In A Thousand Years."
It wasn't the first time, but it was the first time it made sense.
It was the first time I needed to read it.
It was the answer to my floating.
I use to think reading a book would never give me answers, just like how we constantly google for answers we could easily figure out ourselves.
I know what I need to do, I know what I need to change and I know what makes a life meaningful. I don't think I've ever had such a clear cut direction.
"If you watched a movie about a guy who wanted a Volvo and worked for years to get it, you wouldn't cry at the end when he drove off the lot, testing the windshield wipers. You wouldn't tell your friends you saw a beautiful movie or go home and put a record on to think about the story you'd seen. The truth is, you wouldn't remember that movie a week later, except you'd feel robbed and want your money back. Nobody cries at the end of a movie about a guy who wants a Volvo.
But we spend years actually living those stories, and expect our lives to feel meaningful. The truth is, if what we choose to do with our lives won't make a story meaningful, it won't make a life meaningful either."
- Donald Miller