My Search for Meaning
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Terminé sam., mai 5, 201813m
"Narrative identity reconstructs the autobiographical past and imagines the future in such a way as to provide a person's life with some degree of unity, purpose, and meaning. Thus, a person's life story synthesizes episodic memories with envisioned goals, creating a coherent account of identity in time. Through narrative identity, people convey to themselves and to others who they are now, how they came to be, and where they think their lives may be going in the future"(McAdams and McLean).
My biggest fear in life is being forgotten.
This short story takes a look into the fears, values, and actions in my mind of how I will live a meaningful life. It starts with what has happened in my life to understand why I find meaning in the way I do. Then goes into the actions I plan to take to make my life meaningful. Next I analyze the different archetypes in my head and how they effect my meaning. Finally, I end with how my meaningful life effects my worldview.
I will not be forgotten.
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Source: McAdams, Dan P. and McLean, Kate C. "Narrative Identity." Association for
Psychological Science, 2013, journals.sagepub.com/doi/pdf/10.1177/096372
1413475622.
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