Purpose: reason for existence
Lately I have been questioning my purpose. What exactly is that? Did my purpose evolve from the hopes and dreams I had for myself. I was never given a plan for my life. I wasn’t guided in love, finances, education, or my career. Once I decided what I wanted to wear on any given day to school it was probably a wrap. Maybe it could have been when I started being philosophical about questions that were posed to me about myself. Things I didn’t want for myself. Struggles I didn’t want to inhabit.
What is my purpose? What am I called here to do? I feel an internal timing that no one knows about but me. I live with an authority where my main goal is to protect and provide for my children without being unethical or immoral and to do it with honesty. Their foundation must be built on honesty and not my feelings about a situation or people.
Are my children my purpose? They are my task, though not necessarily my purpose. Before them I existed and for a time they were, and in some way still, my reason to continue to exist. When I say task I don’t mean a burden because children are their for you to protect to bring them to their highest good for greater purpose of the collective.
Is learning my purpose? Am I here to learn by fire and when I am not consumed to be the garden that provides for all. I give them my remedies and solution. Am I here to feed and shade? I find myself at a loss as I look back at the many trials of life and how I manage to keep going.
I find comfort knowing that I can help people even if I don’t know my true purpose. I just know that I must keep going in whatever that is in front of me even without a guidepost.
Mookie Toujour💜
