Sunday, June 20, 2010

The Purposeful Life

I often question the meaning of my actions, and more specifically the consequences they create. I want to believe that I will leave a lasting impression; one that will stick with a person beyond their interactions with me. This is just one of the many reasons why I write.

Thinking like this can get quite troublesome though. It makes menial work harder to deal with, and can be quite exhausting. The mundane becomes almost intolerable when you seek greater understanding of the world around you. I have fallen into this trap before, and I lost a lot of time fighting with it.

The truth is, at least at my age, is that most jobs are devoid of actual meaning. I am not creating anything terribly original, nor am I enriching the lives of others through my work. I refurbish laptops. I save them from the junk heap for a few more years of service. While this might be environmentally admirable, it isn’t helping me grow as a person.

In my current situation, I can only derive purpose from the relationships I have with close friends, and through my writing. I’ll never be able to touch the lives of others through athletics or feats of grandiose intellectualism, but maybe I can craft a story that will leave someone breathless. Perhaps I can create a novel or tale that alters a stranger’s life from that moment forward. I know it has happened to me, and I am just hoping to give a little back.
 
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