I went to (my mom’s) friend’s book launch this evening. Her work is introspective and journey-oriented and I felt an overwhelming sense of emotion because the questions she once asked herself are the questions I ask of myself now. Who am I? What is my purpose? Why am I here?
There is something universal about human existence in that we all ask ourselves these questions at some point in life. While many may not want to delve deep enough to answer these questions because truth is a fearful entity, the questions are nonetheless present.
Who am I? What is my purpose? Why am I here? Are all equally relevant yet difficult to answer. Life takes us through such a dense, convoluted and overwhelming experience that we are never sure at times who we truly are.
Expectations of others and expectations for the self also impact upon us truly facing the reality of our true selves. Self realization is a journey fraught with disappointment but also surprise.
Who am I? What is my purpose? Why am I here? I am in the throes of trying to answer these about myself – Understanding who I am and who I am not and accepting the result.
Daughter teacher actress academic singer comedienne friend poet writer temperamental loyal fierce intelligent organizer leader introvert emotional questioning listener honest … I am a all of these and more and if nothing else I am here to learn.
I must learn from my mistakes, learn from the world at large and learn how to contribute to life. Everyone’s path in life leads to a different place but at some point they all intersect and we ask of ourselves – who am I? What is my purpose? Why am I here?