Purpose…the reason to one’s existence…the ultimate WHY
At the sound of this word, so many questions come to mind. Is it a thing one is born with and merely manifests in time? Is it tied to a destiny one cannot outrun? Stuck without a choice or only the illusion of it? And do we all have one or are some of us but pointless bolts in the machine that is the universe. Needless screws contributing to bloated statistics?
I once read somewhere that there is no question worth asking with easy answers. And if that isn’t sad enough, we must also contemplate that there are so many questions with no answers at all, at least within the limits of human knowledge – a boundary we often wish to believe nonexistent. Such is the state of being. A struggle in cages we must make homes of.
I have wrestled with this question of purpose as early as I recall processing reflective conscious thoughts. The nagging “why”…why why why.. Like a cat chasing its own tail, I never seem to manage a grasp at the answer. So what do I do? Continue round and round in circles. Asking and never doing?
I cannot give you the answers you seek. I do not know if the palm of each hand carries on it a fate from which there can be no escape. I do not know if our lives are guided by a hand we cannot see. But what I know is that if there is a fire in your soul, it will flicker and if you can, you must fan it. You must fan it until it burns as bright as it can. If it can, you must let it eclipse the sun itself. You must make a supernova out of it! Anything short would be a sin. The gravest of sins – to live below your own soul.
It will not be easy. Some doors will be opened for you when you have not asked, others will be slammed at your face after you have knocked till your knuckle turned white. Remember, a life of purpose is not one that cowers in the face of pain, no, it is one that embraces pain and then sublimates it. You are already on the path you are on, you only need to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
William Ifeanyi Moore