There are so many amazing people that work hard and give meaningful contributions to the world, and I have been inspired by so many of them. Writers, musicians, philosophers, theologians, historians and others throughout the ages have given me so much and continue to shape my perceptions and understanding of the world. Their works excite and enlighten and lead me to wonder -- will I ever contribute in such a way?
The irony of it all is that the act of producing such a work might not itself be the source of fulfillment. Could it be that making those works is not life, but rather the reflections and philosophies of a life well-lived? Behind the subject of every painting and the thesis of every paper is a creator who lives a human life. Their works give us more insight into the human condition, but what is the relationship between the life and fulfillment of the creator and the work they produce? Does living a good life require one to philosophize and produce some great insight? If not, why do I feel the urge to create something that will be of value to mankind? Is it a matter of pride and validation, or is it something more noble? Is this feeling general? Does the creation and nurturing of a family satisfy these needs?