It was at around 2:00 a.m. on New Year’s Day. I’d been watching a few shows online as the clock gently ticked past midnight, silently ushering in the new year. According to our current calendar system, the year is now 2020, which sounds very futuristic. But it’s here. I’m still here. I wonder why…
Tag: purpose
Maybe it’s just that time of year again, but I find that existential curiosities abound in the darker, shorter days of wintertime. I look at the world, and see that the majority of the dominant species seem intent on self-termination, while an increasingly awake and aware collective is emerging that might save us all from ourselves. I wonder, where do I fit in to all this? Why am I here? Who am I… really?
Committing to the unusual, uncommon, or seemingly impractical life can feel like a very weird thing to do. But as you start going down your natural path, daring to enter the arena of your preference, you’ll find very quickly that there are a lot of people in there already!
Your path was meant to test you—to make, break, twist, disorient, disintegrate and remake you. Who else but you could design something so intricate, maddening and unique? There’s nowhere in the universe you would be able to do what you can do here, now.
It’s one of the most overused phrases in modern times. However, what “the world needs,” truly, is for us to get clear on what it is we even mean when we say “world”. Do you mean all of humanity? The earth? Both? The Western world? The third? Whose world are we referring to with our grandiose sentiments? And how the hell do we get off speaking as if we have any clue about what the world needs?