Monday, June 7, 2010
Born to Blog*
What in the heck are we doing here, individually and collectively? What is the point of it all, the living, loving, the joys, sorrows, sturm und drang of it all? Do you ever wonder? I do, definitely.
I used to think that it would be great to have a very clear, singular life purpose, something obvious. In that way, all efforts and energy could be directed towards fulfilling it. But when I learned about the lives of people like Abraham Lincoln, Anne Frank, Ghandi, Clara Barton (just to name a few), I changed my mind. All of them did such great work for us. Because of them, as a society we are kinder (maybe), more compassionate, more human. But for them? I think for them, having a clear life purpose was perhaps a bigger burden than anything else, drowning out the possibility that they could pursue a few selfish personal desires.
For most of us, one decidedly obvious life purpose is not our destiny. Instead we follow threads, we come to many fateful intersections in which we have to make a decision - go this way or that way? As there is not (yet anyway) a google maps program for locating life's destinies, we have to think, feel, pray, and wonder when we come to these intersections. I'm not saying the people I mentioned above didn't have to pray, think, feel and wonder just like you and me, but it must have been different for them. I imagine that, in some way or another, each of them was able to keep their eyes on the prize of their life's purpose whereas many of us don't have a clue where we're headed. All we know to do is put one foot in front of the other, try to pay attention, and hope the decisions we make will take us towards the best possible destiny. Maybe I'm wrong about this, you tell me.
I have a lot to say about this, but for now I will cease and desist. The heat wave broke yesterday; it's clear and dry and sparking outside. Some small part of my life's purpose is calling me out to walk and breathe and appreciate the turn in the weather before I have to go to work. Or maybe that's just an excuse, who knows?
What I'll be wondering about as I wander today is the difference between the roles we play, i.e. mother, father, teacher, healer, lover, etc. and our life's purpose(s), i.e. to bring the ancestors back into manifestation as our children, to pass on wisdom, etc.
Do you know what the difference is? Is there a difference or at least a distinction? I'm not sure.
*Not really. I think blogging was born to suit the needs of new millenium essayists, such as myself, so in other words, just the other way around.