We live in an unprecedented time of information. For better or for worse, we have at our fingertips a constant stream of news and social media.
It is a common cry that life is short. There is never enough time to do the things we want to do or to get the things we want to get.
Of all the philosophies so soundly misunderstood and misappropriated, Existentialism deserves to be near the top of the list. During its heyday after World War II it made its rounds –
The world is mostly a cold, dark, bitter, lonely place of gladiatorial-like competition for limited resources, wealth, and power. We are not so far removed from our ancient evolutionary ancestors where we have been able to deny our instincts for territory and abundance with little concern for anyone who lacks them.
We have entered into the season of change. Of renewing our commitment to transformation. Of reasserting our dedication to a better life.
I can not tell you how many times I have been forced to start my life over. Sometimes I have been forced to start over because I ran my life into dead ends and sometimes I have made the choice to start over because I was not satisfied with where I was headed.
As a cause is something principled and aiming towards a deeper commitment or rise to action in the world, it is not an exaggeration to say that I have spent most of my life as a lost one.