Sometimes we get so charged up, energised, revitalised by the grand idea of having a purpose in life – to be that trailblazer, that history maker – that attaining it is equivalent to being elevated to a state of Nirvana, finally walking free from the shackles of a mediocre life.
Ok, so we slog our way through the hierarchy of life, pick up a few titles, make a few more friends, spearhead a few more projects, and finally when the horizon of purpose is within sight, what next?
Why is there such allure associated with achieving my purpose in life? Does that justify the past mistakes that I had made? At the end of it, could there be more? Or does everything come to a standstill?
Realistically, life spans around 80 years, and it’s not a terribly long time. How we choose to live in the interim transition on earth, doesn’t offer us too many opportunities at resetting the clock. In other words, life is pretty serious business. The sum of our day to day choices add up with ramifications or rewards to come in the future, which makes wisdom such a prized gift in the tumultuous, unpredictable times we live in.
Taking a stroll around the central business district at noontime, I see office folk decked out in formal wear, high heels clicking past me, cakey makeup melting in the humidity, cacophonous gossip filling the still warm air, love handles brimming through the structured fabric of blogshop dresses, clanking of cutlery from the washing area of the food court, the frenzy to finish that meal before the lunch hour was up.
Processing all these sights was quite a handful on a hot Monday afternoon.
Honestly, a rat race still surpasses a hamster riding on a wheel. At least the rat has a destination; the hamster’s displacement is 0.
There’s gotta be more to life that what meets the eye. Stay tuned to more insightful snippets.