Purpose, schmurpose. Who, what, where am I, and are any of those things as they should be?
I had a thought. Well, I have too many of those, I’m afraid. But I digress.
I think about purpose a lot. In fact, I get lost in it. Who, what, where am I, and are any of those things as they should be?
Should is a confusing word. It means so much less than the weight it carries... because, really, you always end up where you “should be.” Or that’s how the saying goes, at least.
And yet, you see so many people who never find it, that comfort in who and where they are. So, what do you say to them?
I don’t know. I try not to compare my aspirations to others because I understand having the courage to hold them is very hard. But there’s still a point I want to make:
The way I see it, there’s a good chance that the thoughts that haunt you – the things your heart is missing in this world and craves to change or see – were meant for you...
Those things you can’t help but fawn over. They’re yours to consider, fight, find comfort in, and accept, and then become.
Sometimes, to a pessimist, as time goes on and more people live, it feels like the individual becomes less unique. Thankfully, that’s not the case, and just an insecurity I used to hold toward myself.
To some extent, I also believe that pessimism gets over-applied to your goals and dreams. Believe in yourself a lil’ bit; you were given things that were meant for you.
Then, you just have to be realistic in those pursuits and work with wreckless abandon to achieve them.