It’s funny how things magically change in just a span of few years. At 21, people will say you’re too young to make things happen. Then at 25, they will ask what the eff have you been doing with life in such an old age. You will start to question your decisions in life: were they that bad? And the moment you begin looking back at them, the more likely you screw things up.
What is my purpose?
We’ve all been suffering from this notion: of not finding the reason why we live, of not playing a big role in the great tapestry of life. When this question is left unanswered, this becomes an unhealthy concept that we end up trying to question every single day.
But what we fail to see is that: purpose does not have a stable meter. It does not need to be superbly great. It does not focus on one single goal. I remember one article shared by Renz wherein a linguistics professor pointed out the massive difference done by changing a single word of an overly used statement.
“Instead of teaching our children ‘mangarap nang mataas’, we teach them ‘mangarap nang malalim’. To teach our children ‘mangarap nang malalim’ is to give them not wings to fly, but roots to grow. Imagine if dreams are fueled by strong emotions, longing and desire. This way, children see the depth in their dream.”
We change the way we attack the question. Instead of finding the purpose of what you are doing, make a purpose out of it. Value what you are doing. You like photography? Make a purpose out of it. Add depth. You want to blog? Pour out your soul. Make a purpose out of it.
Have you ever asked if a jeepney driver gets tired of going around his route over and over again? Or if those flight attendants feel exhausted from repeating those safety demonstrations? Or you, who keeps doing the same task every day? Surely, the sparks will wear off, but if you have fully understood your role, you’ll better understand your impact in this world and the role it plays in your life – no matter how seemingly small it is. Any work can possess a remarkable purpose as long as you put your heart into it.
Our sources of meaning change as we age. And it’s natural. What fueled me at 21 may not be the same at 25. It’s part of evolution. Of unconscious growth. Of becoming. Who knows what I’d be up to these following years. For now, let’s keep moving. Let’s keep living.
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