Finding Your Purpose in Life

It’s a topic all over the Internet, but here’s my take.

Some of us are born losers. Is it that we really are losers, or is it because some groups of people gloat too much? And then there are those with blind pride. So it’s a mixed bag of loser-ness. No one really is “the winner”. That’d be some kind of big boss strutting all over the place. Like Caesar, he could just point a finger at some poor fool and dude will be tossed like a run-over stray into a human body heap. But why would that be a power to be desired?

I grew up cynical. It seems everyone was where I was growing up. If you grew up in the ghetto, everyone was against you. Anything you wanted, material or not, was unattainable. And you ALWAYS wanted to be like “white man”. Poor folk are always watching television and seeing some Bing Crosby-looking guy in a Christmas sweater with a huge superficial smile on his face. “That’s happiness. That’s joy.” That’s what struggling poor people think. And when the time comes for them to blow some hard-earned chump change, they go mad. Only to realize the next day after spending their rent money on a big screen TV that they could have put that toward some kind of a “moving out of the ghetto” fund. And thus, they get stuck there, doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over.

So it doesn’t pay to be cynical. Practicality is probably a good step forward. If you’re not getting what you want in life, you need to sit down and critically think what is important and what is not. In crime-ridden neighborhoods, you were ghetto trash and not likely to be joining varsity football or any kind of proud organization that will get their 15 minutes of fame on the local news. Drugs and alcohol was the norm. The gullible kids joined the local gangs. They’d end up dead or their cousin or close friend was gunned down just because he looked at a rival gang member wrong. That’s some negative energy and the dead-inside needed it to live.

Of course, staying in that negative energy wasn’t practical. You could rely on the seedy side of “community” for survival for only so long. Gangsters eventually grow up. They move on. The ones who were righteous enough to think they could redeem themselves became law enforcement or government stooleys. Always in the pursuit of empowerment, like they have no clue what the foundation of true power is. It’s not practical to think that just because you hold a position of perceived power that you will be content at the end of the day. Because there’s still no sense of security, obviously, because you still have to hold that position of power.

A practical solution to avoid negative energy is to simply move away from it. If you become a cop, which I think is a romantic notion, to “fight back”, then the irony is that you’ve only changed your sheepskin and already removed yourself from the “problem”. Who are you actually fighting? It’d be more practical to move away from the gang culture and become a gardener or store owner. Leave it all behind and never look back.

So slowly, once you get away from all the negativity, you start to notice how simpler things become. You can start going to places you thought you weren’t previously allowed (and probably weren’t). It will probably be a huge culture shock. You hang around these new friendly folk and observe what makes them so content. They aren’t all too happy, but aren’t agitated all the time either. They just seem to “have it”. They want the material life, but they also don’t have excess.

You stick with it for a while and then you realize that they’re not all content. Most people never are. They just mope about like zombies with their daily lives. It’s like a lie. “I get enough to eat. A place to stay. That’s all I need. That’s what makes me happy.” And then you have to swallow your words later with a dry throat.

So we’re all floating around in a giant pool, just passing each other by, and if we’re content, things just flow the way they flow. Until someone finally says, “I’ve had enough of this. What am I doing here?” Then they send out ripples like a pebble smashing into a pond. Those that are keen to the distress signal might respond, but for the most part, people are oblivious to it if they are content. Yet, all over the pond, other people are coming to the same realizations of their happiness or lack of it.

Again, if cynicism doesn’t work, then we must be practical. All it takes is a little change in your environment. You want to make a little customized place for yourself. And people should make the room. The pool is aqueous, not rigid. But people won’t know to move aside if you don’t ask them. The preferred method would be to do so politely. And maybe if you do this enough, you’ll find your perfect place in the pond.

Meanwhile, you’ve caught the attention of some other discontent miserables. They’ll be asking you for guidance. And all you can do is offer your own personal experience. “But you’re not even happy.” So you just say, “I’m not going to stop looking for happiness. But when I find it, I’ll have a definite answer for you.” And by then, you would have changed the pool enough that you might actually be happy.

And the pond is aqueous. Otherwise, there are all sorts of other options (metaphors) you can choose to inhabit. You can go onto land, live under a rock, fly into space, live in a black hole, you name it. If you can find the ideal habitat for yourself and be proactive about it, then maybe it’s out there, or maybe it’s right under your nose the whole time. If you’re not happy, you need to go and find it. People are out there doing the same thing. You are not alone.

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