Go home. Sit among family and friends and objects and routines and smells that you are familiar with. Sleep in your own bed. Sit at your own table. Recline on your own porch. Be in your own skin.
The space between a life-altering experience and understanding it is an uncomfortable place to be. One of the things that makes humans unique amongst all the creatures is that we create meaning. Not only that, we thrive on meaning. We do not tolerate “senseless” very well.
Yet “senseless” experiences will come our way. Losses, changes, tragedies, failures, and fallings. Hopefully few and far between. Yet whenever they come, I’ve found that it doesn’t often do much good to ask “Why.” At least not immediately, nor very emphatically.
Meaning in life—all the ups and downs, joys and sorrows, wins and losses—only really come to make sense over time.
So give it time. And while you’re waiting, you might as well do so resting the simple pleasure of being in those places and with those people that you know and love.
