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Finding Your Sense of Purpose
We grow up with the words “what do you want to be when you’re older?” constantly tossed our way.
If we’re all being honest with ourselves, this is a terrible question. How in the world would a second grader know exactly what he/she wanted to be when they grow up?!
Not only so, the word be is often associated with a career choice in lieu of our disposition, this subconsciously places a heavy weighted value on a career choice and specific lifestyle.
For months on end, I planned, rather deeply into detail, organized and researched for a certain dream of mine to become a reality, that being travelling.
In the midst of living my lifelong dream, I found myself buried beneath despair as my plan began to crumble before my very eyes. Followed by this was an abundance of hopeless wonder as I began to believe I was purposeless.
As a teenager, I had countless jobs — waitressing, a barista, aesthetician, cashier — beyond this was even more beliefs of what I longed to be and oftentimes attempted to pursue — a nurse, a plastic surgeon, psychologist, pediatrician, the list goes on.
Behind all the dreams of becoming something and fulfilling a purpose, lied countless moments of hopelessness, which grew deeper the more I attempted to pursue something that never became a reality.
