The Taste of a Purposeful Life
How can we find it in our day-to-day?
Life does not call to warn us when we are choosing the wrong path. Life is simply what we decide it is. Wrong or right is what we make of it.
The other day she called me after a long day of work. Frustration dripped with every syllable through the phone. She complained about how much she had to do and how work does not leave anything left of her day. She said she needs a couple of beers in the evening now, to slow her mind down, to fall asleep before the whole thing starts again the next morning.
I thought about telling her about the story I recently read. A story about Martin Luther King Jr. and everything he dedicated his life to. How he fought for the rights of blacks, and about his doubts and goals.
I thought about asking her if she has such a passion for anything, a deeper meaning in her day-to-day life. If she maybe even dreams about making the world a better place.
But I was scared she would laugh at me. She likes to say it’s childish to believe in this world, a world full of stress and frustration, in another fulfillment than the things that bring that quick dopamine hit.
She thinks those questions of meaning in life get lost in the day-to-day. I get what she means, but sometimes I think our day-to-day life should be subordinated to these questions, instead of us numbly succumbing to our daily life.
She has stopped asking herself what she wants to do with her life. She has a job which pays the bills and an okay relationship. She has what we all, to some degree, long for: safety.
She became like all the others we never dreamed of becoming when we were in school.
I went to bed wondering how she would spend her life if she didn’t have to work. Which hobbies, which passion would she follow? Maybe I’m lucky because I spend each minute I can writing, improving, touching people with my words. Maybe I have a purpose in life.
I wanted to write about that feeling the other morning, but I was on my way to work. I had to mute the inspiration, tame my heart. There was work waiting for me at the office, some exciting, and some less exciting projects in a world that shall never become my world.
That certainty overwhelmed me early in the morning, standing at that corner waiting for the green light. We decide what we choose: frustration or our passion, our purpose.
According to our DNA we are all unique, with different talents and interests, but tortured by our fears. We crave stability and safety. But we have a unique perspective to offer the world that we shouldn’t let others take away.
Maybe great things are not reserved for the special among us. Maybe we can all do great things, live our life with passion and purpose, and find meaning in our day-to-day life.
The question of how we want to spend our life, which stories we want to tell our grandchildren, and which lessons and wisdom we want to leave behind, should occur to us more often.
I decided at that corner, waiting to go to work, what kind of stories I want to tell. Stories full of life and laugther, passion, dreams, and freedom. I don’t want to live a life, caged and tamed by someone else, leaving me nothing but frustration because I never dared to live my life.
Then the green light came and I drove to work.