This is from a letter I wrote to a friend who was struggling with a relationship that was facing difficulty. Given the recent spate of responses to my last post, I think it makes sense to put this out there now.
No one else can give me the meaning of my life; it is something I alone can make. The meaning is not something predetermined which simply unfolds, I help both to create it and to discover it, and this is a continuing process, not a once and for all.
Milton Mayeroff, On Caring, P 62.
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