Two days ago, we went for a walk “off the grid” trying to reach a small lake in the forest that had no designated walking paths. We came across a few stacks of firewood. Judging from how darkened they were, they had been standing there for decades, neatly stacked, with nary a gap. There were no houses nearby that one could obviously point to as the owner. How long have they been standing there? Are they waiting for an owner who may never come back for them?

Or is there purpose in life just to exist, and not to await patiently for someone’s return?