As the days went by, did I wonder enough about the meaning of my journey? Who am I? Myself or somebody else? …
What did I really feel called to one day in my life?
It is possible that my desire to "participate" in a work of public interest, generator of a common meaning, has not been up until now awakened to the point that it questions my relationship with the world.
But then, why now? It just may be so. Reading this passage may be what will trigger my sense that something else is possible. To the point that I am wondering to what and how I can participate in the creation of a better world.
This better world will be small at first, then big, to the same extent as my desire to be part of it, to participate in it.
