Rise up, rise up in me ’cause I don’t wanna die with my song unsung, so rise up, rise up in me. ~ Jasmine Love, “Rise Up”
So many of us are running around trying to figure out what our purpose is, why we came to the planet. We want our lives to make sense and so we figure there’s a grand scheme and meaning to be gleaned from a sincere search. We don’t want to die with our music still inside us.
Knowing purpose helps us to make sense of a situation. If we know the purpose of something, we can better figure out where to put it, what to do with it next. With regards to ourselves, purpose helps us make meaning of our lives as it gives a direction upon which to focus. Finding it becomes important because the revelation explains the why we came and of who we are meant to be.
I seemed to know that figuring out my purpose was important from the earliest stage of my life. As a girl of seven or eight, each week I’d run dutifully to my mother with a new pronouncement of what I was going to be when I grew up. The list included doctor, nurse, teacher, ballerina, fireman, psychologist. I’m sure there were plenty others. Bottom line: I wanted to be of service to others. Already I understood there was suffering, things that needed tending and I figured I could help. Later as I matured and became aware of my inborn gifts, my purpose shifted to writer, singer, actress — a way to express myself joyfully and still be in service to others. Even so, I could never seem to settle on the right thing. In my mind it mattered because I wanted to really help in the best way possible. I kept looking and seeking and looking and searching, waiting for the magic moment an angel or wise one would appear, smile and assure me that I had found it. The drive only intensified when I learned there was something that by right of my unique self only I could do. I knew it must be something special, something magical, mystical, something important. This was a big world and it needed a lot of help.
“So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy doing things they think are important. This is because they’re chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.” ~ Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life’s Greatest Lesson
We all have a purpose, something for which we are born. Some are still searching. We come into this world as unique emanations of the All bringing that to share which only we can share to make the picture complete, to make everything work as it ought. It does not matter the scale of our gift we have to give, everything has meaning, everyone has a place, a raisin d’être. There are no mistakes. Whether the plan is to become an important elected official, or a person who spends his time helping runaway children, what matters is that we heed the tug, push, pull, call, or drive to go where we are directed, as we are led. We should never discount whatever we have been given. There is a reason, a purpose for our birth. We are not useless eaters but rather emissaries of love, sharing what we have in a way that makes life better for us and those around us. In this way, we do our part to create the world we live in one person at a time. With love as our focus, accompanied by our desire to know, our job is to be open to discovering how we can best serve life.
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