Driving down the same road I always drive down through a section of the park, I got to thinking about fulfillment, and thinking about it caused me to say it aloud to myself quite a bit, which then made me realize how strange of a word it is. A common praise to hear is, “We hope you live a fulfilled life” — well, what does that even mean? Can fulfillment only be positive, or is it more fluid and takes the shape of the context in which is lies?
The realization in which I stumbled upon is that we are ultimately the ones allowing fulfillment to occur—maybe it’s too much negativity everywhere, and maybe for an already cynical person that could be the perfect fuel to a fire they wish to keep burning.
The great oxymoron within this is that what moves us to find fulfillment in life the most is the recognition of death.