It’s a big deal. I don’t know why anyone would say it isn’t. But a pressure exists in our society to figure it out sooner rather than later and I can’t say I agree with that. What are you going to be when you grow up? We ask it of our little people, who (more often than not) respond with some pretty big ideas. They want to be a lawyer. Or a writer. Or (better yet) a balloon maker (this was my mom’s dream job at the tender age of four).
Then they start school, and the ideas change. The dreams continue to evolve, but the question doesn’t go away. What do you want to be when you grow up? A lawyer? A writer? (At this point you have matured enough to rule out balloon maker as a profession). Then comes college where the pressure sounds the worst. What are you going to be when you grow up? Law school sure is expensive. And there sure is a lot of competition to become a writer. How about psychology? Or communications? Or financial planning?
Obviously us canines don’t really go through this whole debacle as we rely on our people to struggle through it on our behalf. (All so they can go to that place called work instead of play with us all the time – a concept I’ll never fully understand). Perhaps because I don’t personally deal with the distraction of the daily grind, I’ve noticed something. Regardless of where along the line a person ultimately comes upon their answer to this very big question, it has something very significant in common.
None of this matters without purpose. Without passion. And I may not have a career, but I’m no stranger to thoughts on what makes up a purpose-filled life. I remember the first time I questioned my purpose right after I was separated from my birth mom and brothers.
I feared I would never feel what it’s like to be a family again.
I thought I found my purpose in protecting Jo from the man with the leather belt, but he didn’t like that purpose very much and opted to abandon me on the side of the road.
I feared I would never know home again.
So I spent the majority of my time at the Oshkosh Humane Society questioning my purpose in life.
I feared I never know love again.
But I have found that fear (especially in our darkest moments) ultimately brings purpose to those who let it. My fears led me to purpose in becoming a valued part of a family in my forever home. And I know now with complete certainty that I am fulfilling my purpose in something as simple as that.
It is a big deal. I don’t know why anyone would say it isn’t. What do I want to be when I grow up? Besides the fact I’ve committed to never actually growing up, I have found what matters. My purpose in life is to be a valued part of my family in my forever home. My purpose is to share joy from the ground up with whomever will take it. My purpose is to live, and (in doing so) bring fear to purpose. What’s yours?
Wyles, purpose is one of my favorite topics and I’ve learned with people it shifts with time – you accomplish a purpose and receive another. Sometimes it is as big as yours and serves for an entire life, sometimes its a life lesson and once its learned, its time for a new assignment. I have been blessed to have had a few. I can say with truth that purpose adds joy to your life – to serve something bigger than self and to be aware of that is one of the greatest gifts we receive here on planet earth. 🙂
I love your take on purpose – both big and small, and how it evolves through our lives. And you’re right – a life of service is a life of true joy. Thank you for sharing your words with me as usual!!!!
Lots of love,
I think your mum would have made a brilliant balloon maker!
I think so too…though I suppose I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that I’m with my pal Cupcake – balloons scare me. 🙂
Oh Wiley, that is so beautiful.
Thank you Lyn!!
I have a similar purpose, Wiles. I am here to make things easier for Mom. Whenever things get tough around here, there I am to bring a smile or give a cuddle. I love my purpose.
I’m kind of happy your mom didn’t become a balloon maker. I’m afraid of balloons….
Love and licks,
I’m so glad your mom has you to take such good care of her, Cupcake. It sounds like you do all the right things, which I’m sure she really appreciates. 😉
Lots of love to the both of you,
Wiles…you are so the cutest…I LOVE you little fluff puff!!!!
Thanks pal!! High paw!
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What is your purpose in life?
Ya know Wylie the wise and wonderful, when I was a pup, some big huge adult leaned do and aske, what are you going to be when you grow up. I remember clearly looking up and asking him, aren’t I something now? And that is just how I’ve been since. You are right, purpose is important. It may not be something big or make lots of money, but I feel, for me, if I can make someone smile, or help them in some way, if I am honest and kind to all, and show respect, I’ve fulfilled a purpose. We all have our place and purpose and you fulfill yours wonderfully. You show us bravery, forgiveness, true heart.
Wow. Friend, you should know today you fulfilled your purpose – you made me smile inside and out with your kind words, both here and in your reblog of this post. Thank you so much for your support, and for being so kind. All my best wishes to you, dear friend. I hope to see a lot more of you around here. 🙂
You certainly shall see more of me. You have a faithful follower here.
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Wiley is wise and wonderful. Go visit him. You’ll be glad you did.
A fabulous post to engage bi-peds as well. Goes to show you, we all feel and worry and make mistakes. 😦
Wiley, I protect and love my pack. That is my job. Loved your post.
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