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The purpose of life? 2 days ago

I just read this story on the web:


A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

“Not very long,” answered the Mexican.

“But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the American.

The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”

“I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life.”

The American interrupted, “I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”

“And after that?” asked the Mexican.

“With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”

“How long would that take?” asked the Mexican.

“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the American.

“And after that?”

“Afterwards? Well my friend, that’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the American, laughing. “When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!”

“Millions? Really? And after that?” asked the Mexican.

“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.”

And the moral of this story is:
Know where you’re going in life… you may already be there.



What is your best? 1 week ago

Writing my last entry, I had to think back of a passage in the book The Other 90% by Robert K. Cooper, that I’d like to share.

His grandfather was in the hospital, expecting to die and he says the following.


“I’ve been thinking,” he said, gently pointing toward the frame (which contained a fountain pen written script, bearing the words ‘give the world the best you have and the best will come back to you’) and gazing at the expression it contained. “My whole life I thought I knew what these words meant. It was simple. Either you gave your best or you didn’t. First you went to school and worked hard to get good grades…”

He drew in a breath, gathering himself.

He had been the first in his family of seven children to finish high school. He went on to graduate from college at the turn of the century and earned a master’s degree. “Then,” he continued, “once you get a job, you arrived on time and every day and worked hard. That was giving your best. From there, the best would come back to you, as a paycheck and a sense of pride.”

He looked at me intently, as he almost always did.

“My whole life I have been wrong,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“In the hospital, I was thinking about the most exceptional people I’ve known. They were the ones who kept going when others quit; the ones who found ways to do what everyone else thought couldn’t be done. They didn’t just hold down a job or work hard. They were reaching deeper inside and finding something more. They made a greater difference. I don’t believe they would have understood these words” – he held the frame so we both could see the inscription – “the way I did.”

“I remember my parents and other adults in my hometown saying, ‘Study hard and work hard but don’t let your dreams get too big. If you do that, you’ll only be disappointed.’”

“Learn to fit in and go along, they said, ‘that’s what successful people do.’ I got very good at fitting in and going along.” His voice trailed off.

“Robert, you’re going to hear the same kinds of things from people around you. They’re well-intentioned but they’re wrong. What if I hadn’t accepted it? What if everyday I had questioned yesterday’s definition of my best? What if I’d listened to my own heart instead of their words? Then I might have kept looking deeper and giving the world more of the best that was hidden inside me.”

“And if I’d done that,” he said, “more of the best would have come back to me, and to this family, and to you, Robert. But it won’t,” he said, “because I didn’t do it.”

“So this is my challenge to you, to live these words.” He handed me the frame. There was no glass in it; I ran my fingertips over the words and felt the brittle paper. “But grandfather,” I said, not wanting to disappoint him but unsure of how to accomplish what he was asking me, “maybe when I’m older…”

“Age has nothing to do with it. Every day you can learn something more about who you are and all the potential that’s hidden inside you. Every day you can choose to become more than you have been. I’m asking you to start right now.”

“But how?”

“By looking inside yourself. By testing new possibilities. By searching for what matters most to you, Robert. Few of us ever do that for ourselves. Instead, we hold our breath. We look away. We get by or go along. We defend what we have been. We say, “It’s good enough.” I pray you don’t wake up one day and say, “I’ve been living my life wrong and now it’s too late to make it right.”

Young as I was, I could still see the pain his regret was causing him, and even then I recognized that the gift he was giving me was as much in his honesty as in the specific words he was so determined for me to hear.

“Robert, all of us are mostly unused potential. It’s up to you to become the most curious person you know and to keep asking yourself, What is my best? Keep finding more of it every day to give to the world. If you do that, I promise that more of the best than you can ever imagine – and in many ways beyond money – will come back to you.”

And it has. Despite my struggles and mistakes along the way, I have learned that there are opportunities, for each of us that exist beneath and beyond conventional thinking and self imposed limits. What my grandfather realized too late that he had not done, he challenged me to do. In this book, I pass the challenge to you.



Is trying to get old overrated? 1 week ago

Until recently, I was quite heavily involved in the concept of goals.
I thought that it was what we were here for on this planet.

I haven’t really let go of that concept (since it can act as a guideline), but it doesn’t seem to be that important anymore since I started to be more aware of the present moment.

What if I’d die tomorrow? Today even?
Would I be one bit aware of those goals? Of all the things I didn’t do?
I wouldn’t even be aware of the things I did do.

Therefore, I think it’s better to die trying, than to not try, get old and then regret the things I did/didn’t do or did/didn’t try. To be honest, I don’t think that my life should go beyond the moment that I’m not physically/mentally able to get joy out of life anymore.

So to answer my own question: I do think that getting old for the sake of getting old is overrated. A human life does serve a purpose, but it’s just not to get old, just as it is not to get to the age of 10 or 20.

Aging while living life to its full potential… that’s the thing that sound much better to me. In that sense, getting old is not even an outcome; it’s the side-effect that eventually will stop me and therefore makes me realize that there will be an end to all of it sooner or later, whether I chase my dreams or do nothing at all.

I believe this realization can help me find my purpose and not be afraid to go after it. Because, how can you be afraid of trying to live according to your life purpose if you’re not even afraid to die?

All in all, I am sure that everyone has a life purpose, and it’s not to vegetate in front of a TV, or to immerse yourself in other activities that aren’t really fulfilling (like working in a job that’s not absolutely worth it).

At the end of a lifetime (whether at 30 or 100), all those things we were too afraid to try are going to seem so silly. It’s such a wrong approach to life. It’s the feeling you have when you try something you were always afraid of, and then suddenly realize that you were afraid for nothing, and that you had rather started earlier doing it.



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Perfection 1 week ago

I have flaws. I have a lot of them. I used to hate that. I struggled to be the best at everything. To be everything to everyone. If I wasn’t perfect at something, I hated myself for it. I wanted to be a stunning figure skater, a brilliant computer programmer, a fabulous fashion designer, among other things. I ran up against my own limits without understanding that we all have things we are good at and things we aren’t. I have zero sense of rhythm so for as much as I love skating, I couldn’t skate a routine in time with the music. I struggle with math so regardless of how logical my computer programs were, they still lacked because I couldn’t do the necessary math. I have difficulty seeing the possibilities beyond the reality so I never found the inspiration to design great clothes.

It’s taken me years to understand this one simple thing: flaws are better. They make you interesting. That I didn’t do those things perfectly doesn’t make me less of a person. It makes me more of one. It gives me empathy for others. Because mostly, we aren’t brilliant at our lives. We are mundane. We go thru our lives the way we are told we should. We graduate from high school, go to college, get a job, get married, have children, grow old without really thinking about it. Most of us can deal with this. It’s enough. Some of us can’t though. We search for more.

I used to think this was a miserable fate, to be boring, to be just like everyone else, to not be special. What I’ve found over and over again is my life is that most people are just that and they still manage to create beautiful things. They still inspire one another. They still seem amazing to others regardless of how they see themselves.

I like my flaws. I surround myself with others who see value in my flaws. Thus I create strength and value in myself and others.

When the Japanese mend broken objects, they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold. They believe that when something’s suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful. ~ Barbara Bloom



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Kaleidoscope 1 week ago

As I have grown healthier in these last months, I have looked back at my life. It’s odd that all the pieces are the same but the feelings I associate it with those pieces have changed. It reminds me of a kaleidoscope. The way you rotate it against the light changes the images you see even though nothing inside the kaleidoscope has changed. Your actions and thoughts define your world. Change your thoughts and actions and change your world. So, if you don’t like the image you see when you look thru your kaleidoscope, turn it just a bit and look again. And if you do like the image in your kaleidoscope, don’t be afraid to turn it again and find another beautiful, stunning, remarkable image waiting for you.



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Untitled 2 weeks ago

I have no idea what I want to do with my life, but I haven’t really made any choices either, so it’s time for me to focus. I want to do something useful, and something I love doing and feel right and good about doing, and something I’m actually good at.

Right now, I want to keep my mind really open. I’ve decided I’m going to apply to law school, because really – what can it hurt? The problem is, I’ve already done this once – they accepted me and I didn’t go. Why am I going down this road again? Because I believe in justice, frankly, and I like to use my brain. I think I’d make a pretty good lawyer, but maybe its just any other job? I wonder if deep down I want to change the world? Is that it?

I always thought I was a writer – but I keep getting pulled back to philosophy and issues of social justice – and yet…I absolutely cannot stand the idea of working in an office, I mean, even thinking about it feels like death.

So I’m trying to reconcile my desire for freedom with my need to be useful and to be a funcitoning and productive member of society. I like to think and read and learn and argue. But I just don’t know if I can function in that kind if environment.

Also, I know that this is about choosing how I want to live, and not just what I want to do. My goal is to find or create a meaningful and rewarding working life.



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;D 2 weeks ago

I don’t know how I know,
But I’m gonna find my purpose.
I don’t know where I’m gonna look,
But I’m gonna find my purpose.

Gotta find out.
Don’t wanna wait.
Got to make sure that my life will be great.
Gotta find my purpose.
Before it’s too late.

kudos to whoever gets it (:



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Untitled 2 weeks ago

this is a hard one!! in many cases it can really take a life time to discover. who wants to wait that long? I’m trying really hard to hear my inner voice, to hear my passion – to be able to find my purpose in life. i feel like i’m ment to do something GREAT, world changing!! My main objective right now is to get rid of my ego, have inner silence, live in the moment! hopefully that will help me with finding my purpose in LIFE!!!



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Bastard 3 weeks ago

My Ex was a bastard today. My Ex took all the insecurities I had ever shared throughout our relationship and ripped me with them. Ripped into all the tender pieces of my soul. All the doubts I’ve ever had about not being normal, about failing over and over, about the end of our relationship. I have always struggled with these insecurities. With the fact that I have upended and destroyed so much of my life. I have had multiple careers. I have been lost about what to do with my life. I’m still lost about it. How do we consider ourselves normal when there’s no such thing as normal? How do we chart the course of our lives when we’ve never traveled these seas before? How do we deal with the new failures while still bleeding from the old ones? How do we love again when we doubt we can love at all? How do we have faith again when we willing gave it up? I thank the gods that I have friends that believe in my goodness, that make me feel amazing, that show me over and over again that the answers to those questions I listed above are just to keep living, keep doing, keep trusting, keep loving, keep believing. I am blessed.

Follow Up: http://greatday.com/motivate/081022.html



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Commonalities 3 weeks ago

It’s amazing to browse this site and see the commanalities of people posting here. 5,239 people want to be a better friend. 16,063 people want to get married. 19,455 people want to be happy. 22,038 people want to fall in love. 32,420 people want to lose weight. What does this say about us as a society?



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