Wedding Ring Symbolism & The Meaning of Life

Well… I found my wedding ring. It was in an obvious place.

The only reason I’m sharing this is because I wrote about losing it as a symbol for the search for meaning.

What is the symbolism for the wedding ring?

The ring has been a meaningful symbol since around since 332 B.C. when it took a special place in Greek culture as a symbol for the sun. The fact that it’s a circle – means it’s infinite, but the greeks were convinced that the vein of the ring finger of the left hand connected to the heart.

The vein needed to be protected, and the ring is that protection – to protect love.

It represents eternity – commitment.

It represents protection – and love that protects.

A promise – whole and absolute love.

Well – I suppose that’s good I found it eh?

😜 Lol.

I would’ve tried to not think about that a bit, and forgiven myself I’m sure if I hadn’t found it.

But yes, I shed a little tear when I found my ring – incredibly grateful. It is an heirloom after all. I just want my wife to understand that I love her, and seeing her grandpa’s ring on me brings joy to her and I saw a tear in her eye too.

Giving yourself a little grace along the way

I do believe it’s crucial – even when there is something significant where I mess up to give myself some grace.

Not just because it makes my life more bearable, which is true – but because it builds a kind of pattern in my mind for how I treat other people. In other words, it’s important.

Thanks for reading.

Existential Crisis

Have you ever had an existential crisis?

An existential crisis is considered to be: when the answers you previously had to questions about the meaning of life — as well as your place in it — no longer provide satisfaction, direction or peace of mind.

It’s scary.

It’s also something that is not altogether uncommon.

Many are thrown into existential crisis by drug addiction, alcoholism, psychosis, a breakup, or someone close to them dying. But boredom can also lead to existential crisis.

How does one deal with existential crisis?

Re-order your mind by examining the things you once found joy, seeking out council, or going on a quest for new meaning. Just because what once allowed you the satisfaction of meaning is gone, doesn’t necessarily mean that you’ll never get a sense of meaning back.

Remember everything is temporary

If you need a therapist, a hotline, or medicine – get the help you need. There is such a thing as clinical depression and if the problem persists for years it may not be temporary. For most types of extreme upheaval, or even thrilling joy – there will come a time when the strong emotions dissipate.

To speed this process up – seek to help others.

By looking outside yourself, and finding ways to help the community – by sharing knowledge, your time, and your effort you can get out of the ‘self focus’ that often disturbs us to our core.

You can:

  • Share a mix of music with a friend
  • Volunteer at a shelter or food shelf
  • Seek out people that had a problem like yours and help them.
  • Do something nice for your wife/husband/parents/brother/sister etc.
  • Do the dishes, and clean the house.

Of course not every existential crisis is the end of the world.

Some people find that having an existential crisis provided the basis for building something valuable in their life.

People often refer to a “rock bottom” as a time of re-growth, and coming to grips with the things that they feel should be really important in their life. For me that was the case, and my existential crisis was emotionally painful, but ultimately I credit it with saving my life. At least I know my existential crisis – mine being a psychotic break – shook up my life to the absolute core, and with the help of community I was able to bring back the semblance of a beautiful life.

What is the Meaning of Life?

The meaning of life is like the search for a lost heirloom wedding ring. Thinking about the generations that wore it before and considering the implications of what it means to have something like that in your possession – but wanting it back.

I’m on a search like that at the moment, and as I search my house, the pool, my work, it makes me anxious.

Will my wife be mad at me if I don’t get this right? Whether the question involves “what is he meaning of life”, or “will I find my lost wedding ring,” the answer is mostly likely no – not if I can continue to love her and provide for the family alongside her.

That is part of what makes meaningful for me.

Your meaning may be completely different. At this point it might be expressing yourself artistically – doing excellent work – gardening – or going on a world adventure.

The quest is the meaning.

But that search and the lessons along the way teach little lessons, I’ve found. And the drive to find meaning, helps fuel whatever I happen to be doing, or whatever phase I am in.

The fact that I derive meaning from money at this time – hasn’t always been the case. When I was younger I thought that kind of pursuit was empty and trivial. I realized after a lot of trial and error, money represented ‘appreciation for work well done,’ and stopped despising it and the people that had it.

The meaning of life is not money – but doing useful things for people to the point where they want to give me money, is part of my meaning. Customizing a framework of meaning for your own purposes, that is productive and practical for yourself – in my experience is a strategy that works for enjoying oneself.

Do I have any real platform to be able to say what the meaning of life is?

Absolutely not. No more than you or the next person. I simply like to share a little fun along the way, a little hardship along the way, a little bit of community, emotional truths, and my experiences.

If I never find the ring – I promise you, life will go on. And I have to find some meaning in that, or I would be in rough shape. That’s the truth for me, but I believe some people live just fine without some search for meaning – or some way of making meaning out of their experiences.

The Meaning of Existence: Volume 1

To look at the meaning of existence, one generally assumes a couple things. 1. There is one, and 2. That it’s likely the same for all people if there is one.

But for me — I believe it’s actually personal to each person. There’s far too much variation in the entire frame of perspective for each persons situation to involve the exact same meaning.

A religion may be the closest thing to meaning for many, and I don’t begrudge them that, nor would I want to spend any considerable time saying why exactly that’s not my particular guiding principle either. To do so is rather easy for many, and I think a distraction.

If one wants to find meaning for themselves, they can and should do so without spending their whole lives trying to rip down others.

Now why do I think there’s any meaning at all?

Well I must say I’m not actually on some unadulterated search for truth – my motives are not altogether stripped of self-interest. I wouldn’t lay myself on the proverbial alter to get at some ultimate key for all people. I just want to know how to live my life better, how to treat people with respect, and how to derive some enjoyment of my day to day living.

And so, my quest for meaning is assuming there is meaning because honestly I want to. I like the idea of
Meaning, and to me it seems pragmatic or practical to think about life as if it has meaning? Does that prove that life has meaning, no. But perhaps it may be interesting to that one other human being believes deriving meaning from day to day life is useful for themselves. Does life have to be meaningful for you? I can’t make that jump for someone else, only that I find it useful for me.

Why is this blog called ghost in a meatsuit?

Sometimes it feels like our brains are separate from our bodies.

Sometimes it feels like I have a spirit separate from my brain even, but maybe it’s just a ghost. A phantom, an imaginary spirit.

I do know I love pondering it, and I love examining what that spirit is, or where it might have come from.

Maybe it’s an alien electrical current, a resurrected inter-dimensional being. Maybe I took too much acid 10 years ago, maybe I didn’t take enough.

Maybe I’m still mind controlled by my Christian upbringing 20 years ago, I still remember speaking in tongues, and falling over.
I don’t know if it was always on purpose, but I know sometimes it was, and it was fun. I loved raising my hands, and asking the spirit of god to filled me, and feeling like it did. I spoke on the streets to people and told them they needed Jesus.

I came to regret all that and ashamed of it.

I came to think of it as emotional abuse of a kid who just wanted to be accepted by those around them, and this was the way to earn their respect.

This blog is called ghost in a meatsuit because of the fragility that is human life. We are so fragile that if someone stabs or shoots us we literally stop being. Likely we stop being totally, or of course – famously, we go somewhere else like heaven or hell, like a whispy little, sneaky – cool ghost.

I am one of those cool ghosts – just click clackin away at my computer without the expectation that many will read this. Thumbing away at my phone keyboard and staring down at the bikers in my city. I wanted this platform to be honest – to break through my normal blogging and to bare my soul so to speak. Maybe it’s about politics, maybe it’s about religion, or maybe it’s about meaning, but I don’t want to be afraid to share how I really feel.

So even though I’m fragile, and probably wrong a lot – I wanted to say some things and see if any one cares. If not – at least I found out how I really felt in a platform that was built on autonomy and in a way where I want to be real.