For many people the most meaningful experience of their lives is well defined, clear and concise. One given occurrence, at a given time and in a clear setting can change the meaning of life for a person.
One late night I sat down in a quiet room in my house to think about my personal experiences, the only sound in the house came from an old mantel clock, which I like to keep wound and on time. I very much enjoy listening to the rhythmic tic-tock, and I regard it as a remainder of our time here on earth. The lights were dimmed down as low as they could be dimmed. So with the perfect setting, I began a journey back through time, my time, my life. As I tried to pinpoint that exact moment in my life, when everything came together, when it all made sense; I began to understand that life is filled with these precious moments, although we may not realize it right away.
The first, and most recent, and most meaningful experience to come to my mind was the birth of my children. The realization of my hopes and dreams, the humble sense of pride and joy that comes from seeing your seed germinate into this beautiful word. I remembered the fear and anxiety of the everlasting hours in the cold sterile delivery room, and then I thought that the birth of my children signifies the beginning of a new stage in my life. My children have been giving a new meaning to my life every single day since their birth. I try to better myself for them, I try to teach them right from wrong, I comfort them and love them more than I have ever loved anything or anybody.
I could not comply...