We are shaped by those around us, whether we appreciate it or not. It doesn't matter that you like a person, or that you respect them, but rather that you inhabit this earth with them that makes them a part of you. We are all out brother's keepers.
This is a story about my friends and me, and a search for meaning in this world. Before I was a graduate student, before I went away to college, my two best friends imparted themselves onto me, and I unto them. And even though I've gone further into my studies than either of them, whether for their disinterest or their disability, I don't have any more answers than they do. I have no greater ability to spin a world's meaning from whole cloth than the highest of philistines or the lowest of philanderers.
What has become most apparent to all of us is that must people attribute the meaning in their life to a love they've found. A love for art, a love for women, a zest for life. Meaning comes from within, and our insides are shaped by what surrounds us.
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