For some people their family,and caring for them gives a meaning to their life, for others it’s their job, or the work they do when they’re home from work – volunteers. For parents raising their child or children brings meaning to their life …
At various times in our lives we would answer this question differently, and all of those answers could be true, for that particular time. But what does ‘having a meaning’ actually mean? And what does Life mean? Making it to work five days a week, for as long as we have a particular job, is that a life with meaning? Is work an overarching worthy thing for a person to do? Yes, for sure, for some people, with some jobs, that could be true.
For others, work is merely the thing that pays for the important things in their live the things that mean the most to them, the things that bring meaning to their lives. We are all alive, but for some, truly living a life is a dream, and they are merely existing, rather than living. I’ve had a full time job early in my life. I worked as a clerical assistant, going straight from finishing high school, to working in an office in a government department.
At that time, I certainly didn’t feel it gave a meaning to my life. I liked the money, I liked the friends I made at work, but it was only a job, it didn’t feel like it was giving me a meaning in my life. I was existing, and I was learning how to be an adult. The meaning there for me, was to move from child to grown up, and do my work as best I could. No overarching meaning that felt overwhelmingly important.
Then I met the man who became my husband, and we began showing dogs together. For many people, being involved in the dog show world, and breeding dogs gives their life a meaning. They give their all to their dogs, and working their way to the top of the ladder, in Dog Show terms. Becoming a judge, travelling the world to judge the dogs of others, becomes a greater meaning for them. That was never a thing that felt like a thing I wanted to give my all too, and so wasn’t worried when we gave that world away.
Dog showing for some years was a fun thing to do, we made some friends, won ribbons, bred dogs, became friends with some of the people who bought dogs from us, but it wasn’t a thing with meaning for my husband and I. It was fun for a while, but we weren’t upset to give it all away. We had a son, we had other things that were or more interest to us than winning ribbons with our dogs was. Our son, being parents to him, gave us a far more overwhelming meaning to our lives.
Our son has grown up now, and is living his own life. Being a parent is now a different thing, not an overwhelmingly important thing. We succeeded in raising him to be a good person, and he is his own person now, a friend, as well as our son, but not again, not an overwhelming thing in my life, not anymore. Being his mother when he was young certainly was, but is no longer. I’m his mum we love each other, and that’s good, but not huge.
I have other things I do, now, and my writing life grows ever larger for me. Writing, bringing new books into the world, and being involved with others who do the same, that brings meaning to my life. Sharing my words, though my writing, that feels like the meaningful life for me, for sure. Connecting with other people who care about thoughts, and sharing their thoughts through their words, these things feel good, very important things.
And writing now, through this blog, has now stepped up another mark. In the light of the coronavirus, in the shape of Covid-19, we are all now living different lives, lives in Lock Down, or in essential services, when any connection may bring the virus and its consequences into our lives. Having a chronic illness that could potentially mean I may face bigger danger than others, perhaps, has meant I’m taking this isolation seriously, for sure.
But in my isolation, I’ve had more time to think about the important things in life, in my life, and in my thinking, I realised their was a thing I could do, a big thing, that could bring more meaning to my life. I love my life, but is there big thing there, a thing I do that brings greater meaning to my life? Perhaps not, but now, this new thing, could be that thing.
I came up with a phrase, it lit up my brain, and so began my current obsession, that of producing an anthology that looks at the locked in lives and the possibility of being sick from, or dying from Covid-19. The phrase was ‘plague invasion’, and so started this book – “Plague Invasion – Creative Writing Responses to Covid-19”.
But an Anthology needs words, many more than an idea, and a title, and so began my call to the world – send me your words, in the form of poetry and/or prose, and I will consider your words, and make this now book, an exciting relevant and important look at an historic time in the lives of us all, one that will go down in history, to be remembered, and written about further, perhaps referring to the Anthology I will produce and publish.
So if you’d like to become a part of the written history of this time, check out the details about this book here, and we’ll make history together!
Carolyn Cordon - Creative 