A man knows he has found his purpose in life when he stops thinking about how to live and just thrives at being alive.
If one is called to be a writer or a poet—he will stop pondering how to write with beauty and just feel an inner harmony within himself as he moves into his creative state of being. But if one is not called to be a writer or a poet, the harder he tries to force his creative hand, the farther he strays from his true nature.
He will then worry with constancy about how to write with beauty and in the process, he will forget altogether how to write in harmony. He is then left to scratch his head in disbelief as to what his life is meant to be.
When we do not live up to, or find our true purpose in life, distracting thought devours our daily routine. Thoughts begin to act as an alternative for true meaning, pulling us farther away from the reality of living our truest life. We then begin to think so much that it overruns our life and from there we drown into the depths of overthinking.
It is while we are drowning in the depths of our own metaphors that the voice of our conscious starts to mumble incoherent. But as we rise to the surface gasping for air, the voice becomes crystal clear—and in the fullness of time—the answers that we seek arrive bound with astonishment.
And suppose one has finally found wholeness in his true purpose. He starts to see his life living in unity with peace. He sees all that surrounds him begin to synchronize upon the collective campaign trail of what it is God, may or may not have in store for him. Of this though, he will never truly know.
He knows now that his work no longer pretends to be a burden upon prayer and prayer no longer a burden upon his work. He no longer views contemplation as needing to be set to the side in the void of his own silence. He no longer feels the need to be removed from the herded “state” of society to find himself because he now knows that God penetrates all.
He no longer wishes to account for himself, or anyone else, except for his child, but he is sure that his child is safe in the sanctuary of God’s Garden. But the only one he must fully account for within his own self is in fact God.
And this is wherein lies the paramount of our purpose. It is not that we wish to cease to be ordinary men, so that we are deemed warriors or saints, but that the love within our hearts can become as pure as God’s love—for God himself and for all men. And to know that the tears that fall from our joyful or sorrowed eyes will fall like His rain, because they well up from the moving of His spirit through these hearts of ours—His children. And then you will see that the gift of goodness it grows in silence—well nourished in the scripted garden written within the Psalm of life.
May he give you the desire of your heart and make all your plans succeed.
Psalm 20 : 4
When we understand our purpose, the purpose of His Will, love for others becomes clean and sturdy. We can reach out to them, standing upright, without vanity and without complacency, loving all creatures with the same pure and sacred gentleness of God’s love for us.
This is the purest fruit and genuine purpose of Love.