One of the thing that makes us start our self discovery journey is the eagerness to find our purpose. I have been pondering it.
Finding our purpose means more than that.
It means finding who we are, Finding what makes us unique. Finding out why we were born. Why did we have to be born if so many others are already doing and being what we do and are? What makes us special? What do we do better than others? What can make us happy? How can we help others? How can we Be more? Who are we supposed to become? What are we supposed to do? What is our place and role in the grand scheme of Life?
See, so many unanswered questions.
I am wondering which ones you already asked yourself, which ones are resonating with you, which ones you never thought of but now that I mention it…
And which ones I haven’t think of yet.
My recent questioning has been around our uniqueness. Or to put it simply, my uniqueness. Haha. I always ask those question to myself and try to answer them for myself first. Sometimes I get hubby involved, or my mum, they’re my two favourite people with whom I can philosophize.
I have no problems holding different, even opposite truths in my mind at the same time. I just need to find the logic that connects them. I genuinely can’t relax until I have done so. And trust me there a tons of surreal questions I ask myself, which means I tend to live in my mind more often than I should and the work for me is to ground my self in my body and reconnect to it as much as possible. Digression.
Part of me, slightly arrogant me, believes that I am unique and somewhat better than others. (Got to be honest)
Part of me genuinely believes that I am not better or worst than others, just another human being.
Part of me asks my subconscious if I truly believe more in one or the other.
Part of me just doesn’t care and goes on with her life.
Part of me thinks I should share this enlightening discovery with others.
Part of me finally came to the conclusion that I am both, unique and common. That my role can be whatever I fancy, the goal that makes me feel good is to be happy so as long as I allow life to be this way, as long as I makes choices that bring me there, as long as I do and am happy. Then I’m good.
I don’t know yet which form it can take. That’s everyday’s surprise.
But I know this is a lifeline I can trust, a belief I can hold, a path I can walk on.
How about you?