When the lady from the festival committee asked me to speak during this week I said yes,- naturally, but it was only after she’d left that I realised I didn’t know what she wanted me to speak about.
Could it be woodcarving? Writing? The meaning of life? Wine appreciation, - something I’m noted for. Or better still, French cuisine?
Thankfully, written confirmation soon arrived and I saw that it was to be part of a literary evening.
So, Meaning of Life it is.
Or rather the ‘Meaningfulness of lives’, which was the subject of a Forbes study, which began by asking, ‘Why were so many jobs with a better pay and higher social status less likely to produce happiness?’.
