Purpose

There are rare few folk that at some point in their life think to themselves, what is the reason I was born. Was there simply two cells coming together that ended up me, or is there some purpose to that moment. Obviously the ovum that month is the only one, but with millions of sperm, only one made the arduous journey to become that person. A different sperm, completely different person. That double helix that is our DNA is set at that moment. Is what that combination of chromosomes can accomplish determined then also or is there more to it.

My eyes are brown, my hair also, well, with a growing sprinkling of grey, I have large hands, a deep voice, athletic tall frame and accurate tonal hearing. All of these traits are derived from the double helix within my cells. So might the defect in my heart but then again it may be exogenetic, the result of a virus or that of to much alcohol. Genetics gave me my intellect and the bizarre way my body adapts to the continuing degradation of my heart.

What all these traits do not give a person is a sense of purpose. A reason why they are here on this small marble in the whole vast universe. Something that wakes them up with a purpose every morning. That comes from somewhere else I think. Something learned or developed through experience. Which is basically the same thing. Actions begetting a resulting change of state.

But what is this change that drives us. Sometimes it is a need for money. Sometimes for recognition. There a a rare few that just have ideas and the ability to see them to implementation. People like Elon Musk, Thomas Edison, Henry Ford and Nicola Tesla look at things differently from others. They see a solution where others do not even notice a problem.

Someone like Musk for instance, hates traffic so he buys a tunnel boring machine and redesigns it so that tunnels can now be built for a fraction of the cost. Or he sees a need for humans to expand from the earth and so he builds a car company that is primarily about creating an autonomous machine. They also build humanoid robots. That way when you get to a new planet autonomous machines can build the structures that will support humans.

You need to get them there, so let’s build rockets. And not just any rockets, but ones that can be reused over and over. Not like a trip to Mars is the end of it. Nope back and forth many times. What will manage the autonomous builder off this world? how about an AI infrastructure that learns from human interactions on social media. Need to communicate with this brave new world, why not build the largest private satellite system.

It seems Elon has purpose.

But what about Joe average. The guy who gets up, has a coffee, gets dressed and heads off to work everyday. What’s his purpose? We all want it to be more than simply filling a spot on someone’s roster. Being a mom or dad could be a great purpose for a while but once the progeny has grown and left this role becomes less fulfilling, even intrusive.

What about a spiritual purpose? Being a good neighbour or friend. Being of service to others is always something that feels fulfilling after doing that. Is it possible that this could be a purpose. Looking after someone else, helping a stranger or simply being there when someone needs you.

I have always known there was some higher purpose for me, when I was younger I would regularly joke that I was to be a minister. In the mold of a televangelist. We would watch Earnest Angley and I would ponder a purpose like that. Several years later when the new age spirituality craze came about folks would see auras and the one I presented was particularly easy to see. I have been stopped more than occasionally with someone asking me about the colour or size of my aura.

For the past eighten years I have been an active member in AA. What I have learned here is that I am gifted at helping folks find their spiritual centre. Helping to connect them to their power, whether you call it God or something else. Is this my purpose? I am not sure.Doors keep opening and closing about me. Some I go through, others I pass on. The journey with my heart is not something I am able to pass so certainly it will be a big part of this journey to purpose.

Getting a law degree, and then getting to the bar. More things on the journey. Are they central or peripheral. It is too early to tell. Now I am just in the middle of that part of the play. But I can sense that will be important when I get to the other side of all that is coming.

So, what is my purpose? Today it is to do the things in front of me and be a part of this world. Pretty simple. Of course I can complicate the heck out of that.

But hey, place your face again the computer screen and I will cure you! Heal!