Why does purpose diminish over the years or was it ever there?
In the early years of life, you try to get an idea of what’s this all about.
You try to learn from the elder ones and try to get some insights out of them.
Later you learn they had no idea and just said something that you at worst misinterpreted on top.
Then you try to make it better.
After some years, being an adult for myself and having kids I’m still looking for a purpose in life and I’m afraid I might not find it.
Where is a purpose to be found?
Some search for it in business and try to reach materialistic goals, some are looking for spiritual meaning in life others do care much about family. Some mix it up and others do sport.
Why is it even important for me to define it or why do I think I have to find out what’s my role here, why the hell am I on earth, and are allowed to spend the resources?
Over the years, after studying a lot and trying very different jobs. I was literally a mechanic, an actor, a painter, a student of comparative literature, a marketer, a father, a husband, a sportsman, and a drinker, a friend and an enemy for some I guess.
But I still didn’t find a ‚calling‘. And if there is one, I didn’t go down this path.
Now, in the midst of my forties, I have to arrange myself with the conclusion that I might never find it and what to do with that feeling. Is it a loss? Should I let go of this search?
Maybe. Some seem to be so grounded and know what they are doing and where they belong.
Others are geniuses and innovators and help mankind with their findings. This will certainly never happen to me in this life, that I was ever clear about.
But still, I want my life not to be wasted, still, I want to give it some meaning. Ok, trying to be a good father and leading my kids into a reasonable life is a great challenge. But how can I do that when I still have more questions on life than answers.
Trying to be a good person and love the ones around me sounds also not false. But it isn’t always the case that I love everybody, many times I’m angry and I can’t hide it. The anger arises and plops out and people around me definitely don’t feel loved and I’m not a loving person in such moments.
Sometimes I feel after calming down it’s just about getting to the point that I enjoy those years living on earth and there’s nothing more to do. And if being honest to myself I didn’t do a good job here. I often lived on autopilot, missing the moments that could fill up my heart with joy.
Instead of thinking about the past or future or dreaming myself away to some parallel universes instead of just being in that moments.
Certainly, finding a purpose is a first-world problem and I’m aware that I might be just happy about the fact that I never felt hungry before.
Still, there is this envy in me to those who seem to have found something and the longing to find it for myself.