The reason for which something is done or created or for which something exists. Many of us will advertise or have our stagnant statement of what our purpose is. Others will claim that they are still pondering the thought when they can find brief moments of silence. Whatever category one may fall into, I have found that ultimately most will return to the flock like lifestyle that many have chosen as how they will "exist". I don't mean to be judgmental for I have fallen many times myself into the drifting state many of us call life. If only there were directional signs each time we felt like we had reached the end of a road. I don't understand and I struggle with why so many breaths are taken in and pushed out alongside moments that are rather meaningless and insignificant.
Or are they insignificant? Does every moment serve some purpose and we just choose to ignore it? Is every action or thought that we have, no matter how trivial it appears to be, play a critical role in our grand scheme? Piece by piece, shaping the puzzle that is put together which is us as individuals. What is my purpose? How have all of these moments in my life given me direction on why I was created is a question that runs through my mind as if it was a song on repeat.
For so long, I searched for the answer and didn't see that all of my moments, my lessons, my feelings and my dreams were being captured all along and pouring onto a page with the ink of a pen or a stroke of a keyboard key. They were being shaped into stories, music, poems and random stream of consciousness statements to an audience of one; myself. And what purpose did that really serve?
I move forward now to share those moments with whatever audience is willing to listen via my various media platforms including this blog. I am taking the proverbial shot in the dark that perhaps one of my experiences, my mistakes, my thoughts may lead to inspire, provoke or bring meaning to someone else's purpose. Do you have or feel one that is real and not forced upon you or expected by what you believe society wants? For without one that is real, you may be something that is created, but doesn't truly exist. That is one of my greatest fears and it drives me to be who I am now, so that all of my moments are not meaningless and insignificant as I reflect upon them when that final breath is pushed out.