What is man’s purpose?

There are times when I ask myself what my purpose in life really is. What am I doing here anyway? Is there something I should be doing other than what I’m currently doing today?Other people seem to have found their spot under the sun and could truly profess their purpose in ways like – my purpose is to be responsible for people employed under me, my purpose is to be a good mother to my kids, my purpose is to sing and to touch people with my songs.

But how about me? I remain to be an auditor to this very day. Is it my purpose to perform this audit and submit reports on countless findings for the years and years to come? Or if it’s not about my work, how can I even say that my purpose is to raise my family when I remain to be a single woman with no family yet of my own? If on the other hand, I count writing as my purpose, what have I proven here so far? There are many writers and bloggers who have already taken their proper spots and have been able to shine and make a mark in their fields. What have I got to be noticed? What have I got to share to inspire me to go on?

As I think about these things, I suddenly remembered nature and all the other creatures in it who need not ask such questions I have been asking. Consider the flowers of the field, have they ever needed to ask what their purpose is? Or the birds of the air perhaps, do they need to know what their wings are for? Why is it that of all nature’s creatures, man need to know the purpose of the life he is living today? Why do we need to know?

Suddenly, it hit me. The birds, the flowers, and all of nature’s other creatures need not ask these questions because they have only one purpose, and by default, they are already doing it, they have no other choice. As for human beings like you and me, we ask these questions because we have the FREEWILL to choose how we shall spend this life given us, how we shall make of it. Do we choose to spread beauty like those lovely flowers do? Do we choose to fly like the birds of the air? It is really up to us. Such is the DIVINE GIFT given us. We are a race that can boldly declare our freedom and our unique ability to design our own lives. Come to think of it, our purpose is to be able to live out that
freedom, that freewill, and we may be living our DIVINE PURPOSE after all.

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"Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief", "Mend My Broken Heart", "Questions to God", "To Love an Invisible God", "Defending My Catholic Faith", and more - click here.

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