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I get all rough on myself about not "doing anything" with my life. Having no greater purpose, not Helping people, not Doing Great Things, stalling out on creating, generally lacking goals and usefullness. Yeah. I'm raising kids, and trying to help them be awesome people, but that's not a purpose in life. But this week, I visibly helped someone with major life issues just by listening and being available.
So I started thinking about other times I have helped people just by being there for them, and maybe that's my goddamn place in the world. Being someone people can come to, and talk to when they don't know who else to call. Because even people who I am not particularly close with have confided shit they needed to work out to me, since, like, forever. Other people's kids confess things to me they can't talk to their folks about. Sometimes near strangers will lay their shit out on me. And I never know what to say, but it always seems to help them anyway. I have a LOT of other people's secrets. Maybe even more than my own.
And y'know if that's how I contribute to the greater good? I'm okay with that being my purpose. It at least means I have one anyway, so I can quit beating myself up. I thought my purpose was going to be something more active, constructive, creative maybe, that I'd make a difference in a whole lot of lives, but hey, I'm making a difference on an individual level, right?
So I started thinking about other times I have helped people just by being there for them, and maybe that's my goddamn place in the world. Being someone people can come to, and talk to when they don't know who else to call. Because even people who I am not particularly close with have confided shit they needed to work out to me, since, like, forever. Other people's kids confess things to me they can't talk to their folks about. Sometimes near strangers will lay their shit out on me. And I never know what to say, but it always seems to help them anyway. I have a LOT of other people's secrets. Maybe even more than my own.
And y'know if that's how I contribute to the greater good? I'm okay with that being my purpose. It at least means I have one anyway, so I can quit beating myself up. I thought my purpose was going to be something more active, constructive, creative maybe, that I'd make a difference in a whole lot of lives, but hey, I'm making a difference on an individual level, right?
