Making sense out of life

When life doesn't make sense, ...make some

Bertolomiyos… he is a questioner, he poses questions, he asks those questions and tries to find answers for them. His life has been all about the search for uncountable serious of questions unanswered;questions about life generally and the specifics in it. He tries not to live ‘the life’ but understand it. Hisefforts are not to live the life as we know it- ‘the, learn, work and get rich’ one. He always seeks meanings out of the life he lives; he tries to make sense out of it. He doesn’t want his life to be predetermined and never goes to live under those limited components of ‘learn, work and get rich’ routine. He is even curious to understand the meaning behind all that.

His favorite quote ever read is Marcus Aurelius’s “our life is what our thoughts make it” whatever is in our thoughts, we live it. He believes it to be the best sensible quote ever said. As to him, life is as dynamic and meaningful to each one of us.Its dynamism could stretch to making quite different senses to each and every one.  Therefore, by way of making sense out of the above quote his life is explained as a life based on seeking answers to his own questions in his own convenient way, not in a generally accepted or regarded way. Those ways are set by others through their own query in way of making sense to their lives. His quires are different for unto them he should find answers- may be similar or quite different answers. He chose to live this way, because that was in his thought. Has it been, the ‘learn, work and get rich’ life he was looking for (which he could easily be successful at with his smartness) he would have lived it that way. Accordingly, he makes his living earning enough money for his prior needs, no extra savings but enough for his survival.   

Sharon… she is a beautiful, smart, funny and sociable girl he met. One thing led to another and got to like her, perhaps loved her; Loved her for the way she accepted him for who he is, at least that’s what he thought so at first. As he kept on seeing her, he started contemplating all the things she would say. That is the thing about Bertolomiyos he doesn’t hear people, he listens to them; he tries to listen to what they are trying to make sense out of what they say.

Among the many conversations he and Sharon had, something constantly started to bother him. Something he had highlighted and passed as a must revised topic. In most of their conversations she use to associate her life as one filled with all ‘perfect’ ‘happily ever after’ one. At one instant, he was having tea with her and two other friends of his in a quiet and breathy lounge, she randomly saw her cousin and started to tell them about her – “she has one of the best families ever, her husband owns his own construction company and he is making a beach house… he bought her mom a beautiful house… he bought his wife a nice brand new car… he… I wish I could marry him” he didn’t believe the last phrase coming out of her or at least he didn’t want to accept the very fact she spoke out loud those words. With a bit of embarrassment he felt and awkward look from his friends he tried to change the topic and forget making sense out of what she said so as not to start an argument; for, the day was her birth day.

The next day he called her so as he could have a chat with her and explained all the things he sensed – “look Sharon, you are a beautiful, smart, and fun to be with girl, I hope you may have your projection to the kind of life you would want to have in the future and I sensed that from our conversation yesterday and most other times all the beach house and the description of the kind of guy you would like to marry… honestly speaking I’m not that kind of guy, I don’t see any sense out of all that… rich is never my concern in life but happiness and meaning behind all I do… so, I think I’m not the right guy for you…”

He couldn’t believe those words finally came out of his mouth (as he dashed out and started to slowly disappear from her eyes), but they did. He is always a man of making sense out of his life.He measures things not by their communal acceptance or popular vote but by their worth or meaning to him.

Lots of memories flashed back to his mind, he ones bought her a shoes she liked for an amount he could not normally afford for a shoes and asked her a question “consider a rich man buys his wife an expensible dress to his wife and also a guy with an average income does the same which gift do you think will have much worth or meaning?” she replied “I think the man’s with the average earning”

Interrupting her there, he continued on speaking. “Yes, the things we do, really matter to others when they really matter to us, this guy with an average income could have bought the same dress to his mother that day but he can’t afford to buy two as the rich guy could so; he has to choose which one toplease first.” He remembered she doesn’t really got what he wanted to make sense out of his analogy. He repeated out his first sentence as he keeps on walking “‘the things we do, really matter to others when they matter to us’ our actions are meaningful when they are worthy of us, worthy of our time, worthy of our thoughts, worthy of… that’s when life makes sense to me… that’s what pleases me most… making sense out of life.”