Pardon me for waxing a little philosophical, but the weather, the recent burial of yet another old year, and nice crackling fire in the fireplace all conspire to force some thoughtfulness.
If after all, men cannot always make history have a meaning, they can always act so that their own lives have one.
This quote by the French Nobel Prize winning author, journalist and philosopher, Albert Camus ( 7 November 1913 – 4 January 1960) is one that perfectly fits into my wheelhouse these days. I sometimes have real difficulty in seeing meaning, at least significant meaning, especially in contemporary history.
Camus tells me that’s o.k. I don’t need to fret. I cannot be held responsible for making history have meaning. However, what I can do, and indeed, should do, is to live every day so that my own life has meaning.
I guess I’m satisfied with that. If every one would do that we might even make history have a meaning, and wouldn’t that be a grand thing?