FINDING OUR MISSION IN LIFE
Sunday July 29, 2018
I’ve wrestled this question before – set it aside for long stretches. It comes back for a re-think sometimes. Not so much ‘searching for meaning’ , more ‘searching for my place’.
I could say ‘my work’ but don’t believe being ‘world’s greatest real estate agent’ (I think I’m really good) meets that test. I feel a larger deeper mission is within me. Not my mission to civilize either – but see myself pondering things with a Quixotic mindset each time I hit a bump in this road of life regarding anything (personal relationships, thrills/spills in business etc.) this question recycles itself in mind – not like ‘recycling’ trash … or is it?
This proverbial annoying question: What is my mission in life?
Do you?
Do you have a sense of yours?
Which is not, in my mind, equivalent to Man’s Search For Meaning. Or is it?
Revisiting this has refocused me on writing with more intensity. I don’t know if writing is my mission in life – or if it is the way I travel through life to find it …
And, when I’ve reached it, will I exclaim “ah+ha, this it!” , or will it be staring me in the face all along with me completely oblivious?
