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From the author: At all times, the greatest minds of mankind have asked questions about the meaning of life. Millions of people were looking for answers. Every person has no, no, and even scratches in his soul about the meaning of existence. Of course, provided that he did not plunge into work headlong, did not become bogged down in worries only about his daily bread. Every person is different, and every individual has the right to freedom of choice. Choices can be different - from religious beliefs to agnosticism, from discussions about the great to choices in everyday mundane things. Each choice has its own meaning, its own worldview, its own values ​​and priorities. Reflections about the meaning of life periodically visit every person, some more, others rarely, these reflections and existential experiences come at different age periods. If I say something very important for me , the innermost: “The meaning of life lies in the love of God,” then perhaps I will hear a lot of distrust, skepticism and refutations. From such objections as: “You are a psychologist, you must understand that psychology is a science. And this is about tests, about the validity and representativeness of the sample, about reality, about self-awareness, here and now.” Yes, all this includes psychology, and I completely agree with this. And this is all about everyone, and this is important to understand oneself and improve the psychological, and material, quality of life. Everything is so. But for me - about the fact that a person changes throughout his life, his guidelines and priorities change, and a person searches all his life for great meaning, his purpose , God’s plan is in existence and earthly living. Sometimes the world becomes opaque, full of disappointment and despair. In such “days of doubt and painful thoughts” I turn to the Bible. I trust her. It’s been like this since childhood, and from a very early age, when everything around was permeated and saturated with atheism, my grandmother slowly, secretly from everyone, told me biblical parables and taught me prayers. I especially remember days with thunderstorms, when the rain and wind were raging outside the window, we sit quietly on the bed with my grandmother, wrapped up and hugging, and she reads prayers to me in a whisper. Just in case. And just for every occasion in my life, for every action there is a different appeal to God. And this is also about the meaning life. What is the meaning of biblical parables? What were they supposed to teach me? What to warn against? It took me a long time, decades, to find the answer. So that I can find my calling and purpose, my profession. For this, it is important for me to have faith and understanding of my own choice - in order to become a psychologist and not throw in ready-made answers and advice. In order to be in the profession and not lose what was given to me at birth - love to others, empathy, understanding, first of all, I need to learn to ask questions to myself: - Is it easy to help the poor if you are rich? - Will another person be able to feel the fear and pain of a dying person? - What is Good? What is Evil? And is it possible to distinguish one from the other? When I am confused and discouraged by events, if I do not understand what I should do in a given situation, I turn to God. There is always an answer.