Who am I am I, really? What is it that I meant to accomplish in this lifetime? And why did my soul take a body in the first place?
I know I’m here “to enable the divine purpose of the Universe to unfold”, but what does this really mean in concrete terms?
I keep coming back to a single word that anchors me in my search for peace, contentedness, and meaning in my life-and that word is connection. I feel happiest when I’m experiencing life’s little bits and pieces with someone who I might know well or only in passing and we share a laugh or a comment that helps us deal with something one of us is going through.
But as I look back over broad swaths of my life the overwhelming memories are not of feeling connection, connectedness, or like I belonged, but of the search for that thing – that job, relationship, or gadget – that would make me feel special and that would keep me in a state of happiness. Even today I find myself working at an organization which does not place a high value on relationships and connections and as a result I feel isolated, except for an occasional hallway conversation that brings me to a feeling of true kinship.
And so I question all the choices I’ve made to this point and wonder how I could have gotten myself so far off the track of who I truly am and what I’m meant to accomplish. But then I stop, and see the perfection in my misspent years of trying to get, get, get in order to be happy. All these years later I recognize that I’m meant to work with people to build strong connections and help them experience that which makes them happiest too. And, I realize that without these unsuccessful attempts at being at peace and in joy, finding my true calling would not be quite so sweet.
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