While reading online, i came to a very interesting question that we’ve all wrestled with at one time or another. It’s neither deep nor daring of a question. It’s very simple really. Interestingly simple.
What is the purpose of your life?
And I sat through lunch and most of the rest of the day pondering that very question as my soul was raked over hot coals in a job that I don’t want, can’t stand, and need a break from. What is my purpose in this world, of this life?
And I came to the conclusion that it’s unfair to ask such a question. No one knows the absolute answer – and I deal in absolute. I don’t deal in destiny, or what ifs. My “purpose” in life can’t be defined in any one answer.
My purpose is not to be a brother, a father, a son, a lover, a friend, a soldier, a politician, a doctor, a lawyer, etc. These things are not purposes – they are privileges, they are choices, they are actions of living.
My “purpose” changes like the sand of time, like the sun setting and rising again. My “purpose” is to live, to survive, to sustain, to grow. We’re just plants, passing by. Feeding off of one another – growing with each other.
Growth is our purpose. Adapting and changing and learning from our past mistakes and making new mistakes and moving from them.
But mainly, my purpose is to figure out a way to pass the day. From one day to the next. I wish the people that lead us would do the same.