Have you ever wondered what your purpose is in life?
Have you ever taken a walk in a garden after it has rained?
Have you ever seen the trees?
And I don’t mean seeing that you do with the eyes, how the retina sends signals to the brain that turns what we view into the image we’re looking at. No, not that seeing.
Seeing that happens when your eyes look at something, and it sends signals to your heart. And your heart races, or flutters, skips a beat, breathes. We look at things daily, but we do not see them. Our purpose lies in seeing things.
Have you ever heard a bird chirp, early in the morning when the dark sky meets once again with the yellow warmth, or late in the afternoon when the hues of the sky fuse into each other? And I don’t mean the hearing that you do when the sound waves enter your ear, causing the eardrum to vibrate and sending signals to the brain. You know by now. I’m not giving a biology lesson.
Not that hearing. But the hearing that occurs when the chirps of the birds touch your soul, listening in on their private lives, that they cared to share with you through sound, through vision.
We are all just characters in this world, with defined roles that we must fulfil without selfish desires or envy.
The tree staying in one place its entire life, growing each day, providing shade, fruit, is serving its purpose. The bird makes a home in the tree, raises its kids, feeds them, and shelters them.
The tree doesn’t do what the bird does. If it started doing that, the bird would have no home.
The bird would have no purpose.
If humans don’t eat the fruit or take shade under the tree, the tree would have no purpose.
You see, we all provide each other purpose. All of us, all the characters in this world. The humans, trees, animals, lands, seas, moon, sun, stars. Everyone and everything. To each other.
If we didn’t have a purpose, we wouldn’t be here. If even one of us didn’t have a purpose, none of us would be here.
Recognise your worth, not for you, but for the things dependent on you. Your family, your friends, the gardens around you, the birds that fly in the sky above you, the clouds that burst open with rainfall on the ground that you walk on, the stranger who dropped his belongings on the floor, the heart that pumps blood for you, for the orphans that deserve your kindness, for the God Who you must return to.
Recognise your purpose for them. And then don’t just keep it, give it all.
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