It’s interesting how a little symbol can trigger so much.

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Just now, my partner came in the house with a small black polished stone that he found at work. He showed me the treasure, and I held it in my hand. I knew it was found just around concrete, but something about holding it was giving me a different energy. It felt to me like this was a mystic stone. The sensation I got and the strange feeling of familiarity I had by holding it and looking at it were just that; mystical.

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This really got me thinking: How do I give meaning to things? Objectively, this was a stone found by concrete and buildings. Subjectively, the feeling it gave me can only be described as a familiar warm energy that I felt in the depths of my being.

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It is not my goal to argument about what is true or not, but to share how I choose to create meaning in my life.

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With time I have realized that I am a meaning seeker and I want to experience meaningfulness. To me this means that I choose to go with what is awakened inside of me with the experiences that I have. I think this makes things more colorful and vivid, which I like.

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Coming from an atheist family with a lack of spiritual pursuit and even a mockery of it, I had the tendency to rationalize and explain everything as objectively as I could. Interestingly enough, I struggled with this because I have always been drawn to the unknown and the unexplained.

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This is not to say that I am not a person of reason because I consider myself to be all of it. I began higher education pursuing a training in science, and soon learnt that this way of viewing the world also had its limitations. I learnt about the scientific method and continued to use my logical side for critical thinking; an ability that I value, cherish and utilize often!

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At the same time, I have feelings and sensations that don’t fall under logic or objectivity. Like finding mystical stones.

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For years I felt I was living a double standard, but now I embrace it all because all of it has its place: Reason and logic are part of my compass, as well as my heart and gut. At the end of the day, I am the author of the magic, symbolism and meaningfulness that I choose to see in my life.

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And I don’t make meaning on a whim. It comes from feelings that I get from my own depths. Sometimes they feel like personal knowing and sometimes they are like a familiar sensation.

So ultimately, I decide to go with what feels real in my experience, regardless of logic and objectivity, because even though there is a place for it in most of my life, I still want to live a colorful and magical life where mystical stones have a place too.