I didn’t have the energy to cry, but tears streamed down my face anyway as I stared up at the stark sky. In the past, I’d loved thinking of the sky as a symbol of God’s infinitude. But now it represented overwhelming emptiness.
For the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of hope.
Like most college seniors, I had been excited to graduate. But when I returned home to start the next chapter of my life, I was startled by the hollowness I felt. Uncertainty filled me with fear. Questions about a career turned into questions about my identity and even our very existence. Why do we live only to pass on? Why does life matter? I began to feel that all the activities and people I had loved in my life were fleeting and meaningless.
