I wonder what my purpose is. A lot.
I believe more so than the average person. I believe that everyone was put on this earth for a reason.
But what is mine?
I think I was meant to be a healer.
To fix everyone else’s hearts, lives, souls…but unable to repair my own.
Unable to understand it even.
I have been looking for something for a long time. That piece of the world that makes me complete.
You will hear me talk about this a lot throughout this blog,
“the piece of me that I long to find”.
My biggest fear is never figuring it out, like a mission that is bound to fail…
It is actually a really scary feeling, (or even belief). The thought that we could only be here for 1 reason, and once complete, so is our time on earth. It’s just a theory of mine, that doesn’t even stem from anywhere, I have no real religious beliefs, no proof or facts that steer me in this direction of thought. I have no idea where the idea even came from, I would assume a movie (My Sister’s Keeper maybe?) I might have to watch that again to see if it answers any of my questions.
Oh the questions of life. When do they stop, and where do they begin?