Purpose

There is meaning and purpose to my life. Just because I may not know or see or understand it all the time, does not mean it does not exist.  All I have ever read, learned...seen have all led me to the same belief: that the purpose of life is to be of service to my brethren. To heal the earth, to make things whole; to serve this world.  God did not place me here to consume all the riches and to ignore the yearnings and needs of others. I am to help reduce suffering in some meaningful, though not necessarily always exciting way.

And what is my reward?  Love, friendship, long walks in autumn, hot soup.  The reward is all around me, every day.  The human experience of an act of kindness.  Oh, and great literature- and I have a a computer which opened my world beyond belief.  If only my father lived to see the internet...

So, as I live through his time of sadness and grief, I tried to stay focused on the purpose and meaning in my life. I try to remember that I am incredibly hurt and saddened because I was willing to love someone with all my being, live that love every day.  I work on it, try to stay in daily gratitude.