"I can’t be the only one. I can’t be the only one who has these moments when I consider how I spend my days, reflecting on the poetry, art, literature, and music that I immerse myself in and ask, what is the point of all this anyway?
Don’t get me wrong! I love what I do....... But there are moments that come at unexpected times. Moments when I think, sure I love this stuff. But is my love of it enough to give it value? Is my love of it enough to justify crafting an entire education and a life around that love? I mean, I’m not curing cancer here."
So begins Angela Stanford's reflection on why we do what we do: cultivating an artful life, spreading beauty, sharing inspiring words. Is there a point? In a dark and increasingly deadly world does any of this really make a difference or is this just 'fluff' as one woman said to me some years ago.
Stanford goes on to share how a friend helped to answer that question for her here.
This isn't fluff, this is the stuff that makes life worth living.