Other people’s Dreams.
Art : Kid with a Dream.
By Sakuan.
Have you ever thought about this, maybe some people’s life calling is to help other people’s dreams come true, if that’s the case is that such a bad thing?
I don’t think so, even Jesus had 12 disciples, they weren’t necessarily the focal point, but they helped Jesus accomplish what he wanted to do, and that didn’t turn out to be such a bad thing.
Sometimes I wish our purpose was clear cut, when Jesus was born he had a purpose, the famous verse in the Bible tells us so, John 3:16, “For God so loved the world that He gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” Jesus knew his purpose in the world, in that specific case he had it easier than a lot of people. If you don’t know your “calling” in this world, that could drive you insane. This thought brings me to my earlier point, a lot of people’s purpose is to help other people accomplish their dreams. That begs the question, can your job be your purpose? Is it possible to go out of this world without ever knowing your purpose? What if your purpose was existing, just so the world could be balanced? All those Kings back in the day who invaded nations killed women and children and conquered their land, later we read in the books how great they were and all the bad things they did aren’t in the record books, and if they are, they’re vaguely expressed. The logical reason would be that it’s because they’re powerful so they could control what was written by the media that easily, so is what they did their purpose? I truly believe In their hearts they think did the right thing as per the circumstances of the time, but in today’s day and age what they did would be considered horrible and insane for lack of harsher words.
Is life purpose a social construct? It must be to some extent.
Social constructs? Isn’t that such a weird thing, man makes the rules, man follows the rules, man breaks the rules, man punishes man for breaking the rules, the rules change from time to time, some places still stick to the old rules, some people follow the book, some people follow their hearts: what’s in their hearts depends on how they grew up and who they grew up with, their childhood depends on their social construct. Some people hate the book with a passion, some people don’t think about the book, some people follow the book, chapter to chapter, page to page, paragraph to paragraph, sentence to sentence, word to word, letter to letter. Whether that’s healthy or not, only they can say because they’re the only people who’ve gone through their lives. There are different books and each book has its own believers, some of these believers hate each other with a passion, some of these believers respect each other. These books are responsible for a major part of our social construct, everywhere in the world for that matter.
Education is also responsible for a big part of our social construct, we should be educated, and I’m not only talking about formal, I’m talking about education in every sense, formal, non-formal, social, and street knowledge…Ignorance is a big one too, but that can be tied in with education. A social construct is important, it’s weird how different places on earth go by different rules, it’s as if we belong to different species. Laws are weird too, different countries have different laws, you can do something in one country but once you cross the border it’s completely illegal, I understand why it happens that way, but that doesn’t negate the fact that it’s still crazy when you think about it.
Now about me.
What if I got it all wrong? What if what I’m doing isn’t my true purpose in life. How can that be though, everything I’m doing currently is a possible path to success, of course I know I could do more but I’m yet to figure out how I can further push myself while still staying sane and healthy. It took me about eight to twelve months before I decided I needed to start writing every single day. It didn’t have to be a lot of writing because I knew I could easily burn out, so I decided that I would write 250 words a day. Of course there are other factors that influenced me to start writing, but for me to decide I was actually going to pull it through every day I had to calculate it. So far, it’s been a couple of months and I’m yet to be burned out from drawing and writing every day, yeah I draw every day too. I like doing it and I’m proud of myself for starting something and sticking to it.
I hope I’m on the right path to this thing called “success.” I hope it’s like a tree, as long as it’s taken care of and protected it’s going to grow regardless. The only sad thing in some cases is the unsatisfaction from the person taking care of the tree, the unsatisfaction is that they see the tree every day so they don’t get to see the tree grow, this is because every day the tree grows just a little bit that’s not visible and can’t be measured by the human eye. The people who don’t tend to the tree or see the tree every other month or year get to see the growth of the tree. That’s the beautiful thing about growth, it takes time, you might see it and you might not see it but the people around you get to appreciate your growth and be amazed by it, what a wonderful world we get to live in.
After thinking deep and hard about it, our life purpose or calling isn’t something we are born with, it’s something that we get as we grow and it’s fully dependent on your environment and the era you were born in. Some people figure it out earlier than others. Life is fascinating when you think about it.
