Closed doors are open ones.

Listening. By listening to the world around and noticing important events it helps me to find meaning. There is no denying, in my case that there is a definite order to things in the universe. I am supposed to be driven to create. I am supposed to be striving for meaning through my creation. I am supposed to see the eventual blossoming of my toil. There is ever-present proof of the good I am doing. That good brings me a positive feeling, not that it is fulfilling only for myself but that I might have the chance to help someone else be fulfilled through what I create. Epiphany...ahhh feels good...