I have been dying to know my purpose…I feel we all must have one or why else do we exist? Why were we born? I know mine isn’t to be a mother,I was granted that and it was taken away, I doubt it’s a wife cause came close to that too, but no. I REFUSE to let it be I am a whipping post for all the bastards I run into in this life….so what is it?
I one rushed to the side of someone I thought was going to commit suicide cause he sounded like he might harm himself and I remember feeling like if I didn’t take him seriously and he did do something I would never forgive myself. I just remember him begging me for help, that “tomorrow would be too late” and when I got to him he was so depressed,crying in my lap, arms around my waste, begging me to stay the night so he wouldn’t be alone …and I did. I felt I had to see him through the night for his sake and mine. He is alive today and I am not so arrogant to THINK it is all because of me and that night….but what if it is? What if my being born was to simply exist to cross paths with him and be a part of his life for and at that very moment he needed someone?…That my purpose here was to save him? …What if I have served my purpose already?…..Where does that leave me?
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My point is to find a true love. And be happy with that person.
Unfortunately this true point is to meis hidden…
I have been dying to know my purpose…I feel we all must have one or why else do we exist? Why were we born? I know mine isn’t to be a mother,I was granted that and it was taken away, I doubt it’s a wife cause came close to that too, but no. I REFUSE to let it be I am a whipping post for all the bastards I run into in this life….so what is it?
I one rushed to the side of someone I thought was going to commit suicide cause he sounded like he might harm himself and I remember feeling like if I didn’t take him seriously and he did do something I would never forgive myself. I just remember him begging me for help, that “tomorrow would be too late” and when I got to him he was so depressed,crying in my lap, arms around my waste, begging me to stay the night so he wouldn’t be alone …and I did. I felt I had to see him through the night for his sake and mine. He is alive today and I am not so arrogant to THINK it is all because of me and that night….but what if it is? What if my being born was to simply exist to cross paths with him and be a part of his life for and at that very moment he needed someone?…That my purpose here was to save him? …What if I have served my purpose already?…..Where does that leave me?
hm, interesting. most people who believe in a purpose never talk about what if they’ve already fulfilled it. o_O
purpose is bread, you eat from it, but it runs out.. So go get another piece of bread.. :/
I have a story about a coin toss.
One side of the coin reads “things will work out.” The other side reads “Try again.”
Hope that helps :/
You stay quiet long enough, and people will tell you. If not, guess.
Well now see how my demented mind works? Not like most of the others’ a lot of the time.