Purpose. From the moment some of us are born, our life’s purpose is mapped out for us. Go to ivy league college. Be an all-star athlete. Go to med/law school. Make your family proud.
Ready. Set. Go.
How many of us stop and think about OUR life’s purpose for US? Not what society tells us. Not what our family expects from us. Not what we’re SUPPOSED to do but what we want to do. How many of us figure out what we want and plan our life accordingly?
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
And so many of us do. Between the pressures from our parents to be the perfect child to our friends to be the perfect friend to our bosses to be the perfect employee to our lovers to be the perfect significant other…we forget to be the perfect…person. We forget that we’re allowed flaws and we are allowed to have our own needs and our OWN purpose to life.
In the morning, you have to wake up for YOU, unless you’re a parent. At night, when you lay your head on your pillow, your thoughts should be about your own purpose, instead of being stressed out about what everyone else expects from you.
I defy my own fears and flaws every day. I’m not supposed to be alive. I’m not supposed to be here. I’m not supposed to keep going.
When everyone else, including my parents, expected me to fail and told me to just give up, I KEPT PUSHING.
My purpose is to make the most of my life, the way I want to.
I’m an overachiever. Always have been, always will be. I shoot for the stars that are the furthest away because even if I don’t reach them, at least I’ll still be in the sky, skipping along. I have bruises. I have wounds. I have a bunch of failures following me everywhere. I fucked up my life major 2 years ago. It was supposed to be over but I’m still going strong because my purpose in life is to LIVE, no matter what.
I’m a good sister. I’m a good friend. I’m a good employee. I’m a good PERSON.
Maybe I won’t achieve even a third of the things that I want to accomplish in my life. Maybe…maybe I’ll have a string of failures to make up my past 10 years from now.
You know what failures mean though?
It means I fucking TRIED.
My purpose in life is to NEVER give up.