have a purpose

Do you ever want more in life than what seems acceptable? You know, that whole get a job, get married, buy a house, have kids and work until you retire kind of thing?
It seems so mundane to me, I have no interest in it!
I wish there was something about me that I could do that would influence the world in a positive manor! I am so tired and annoyed with sitting here like everyone other human being in the western culture.
It’s so frustrating. How could one accomplish something like this when you don’t even know what there is to accomplish?!

I did not have much of a life purpose for the first 35 years of my life. Then I started pursuing interests that I loved, and discovered, to my amazement that I had a talent for writing.

I also design websites and between writing and designing I have a very busy fullfilling life.

i added this goal yesterday when i was slightly depressed because of my hangover.

but i do think its a good goal to have a purpose, but i think i actually have a purpose… dont know in what sense of ‘purpose’ i have it, but i know my life is absolutely not meaningless.

what do you mean by purpose, purpose in life as in, making a difference for other people? or purpose in as in, feeling yourself useful, and overall happy about what you achieved?

i dont know.

1. I am a father. As such, my purpose is to help raise two great little children, to teach them to become strong, generous, trustworthy, honest, valiant, merciful, gentle, daring, persistent, and tenacious.

2. I am a husband. As such, my purpose is to love and protect my wife.

3. I am a citizen. As such my purpose is to serve my nation, to assist my fellow citizens, and to uphold our values and cooperate in our defense.

4. I am a man. As such I can do much, be creative, protect the weak and defend the defenseless.

(Time out to go do some chores).

Something happened to me. This happens to be a long story, but it’s my best way to speak about purpose towards the end.

I had a brain tumor for 18 year and we did not know about it. It grew to the size of about 2 golf balls at least.

When it hit me, I was running. I stopped and sat n the ground. It just felt like a terrible headache. Suddenly I couldn’t make words out of my speach, even though I knew what I was trying to say. The girls running team found me about 10 minutes later just after a woman pulled off the street and called 911. The girls pulled me out of a pile of ants I had laid in. My coach and parents got their just before the paramedics. Seeing them calmed me down some. I was put in the amulence instantly and passed out after about one minute. I could’ve done that outside, alone….
I was taken to a hospital in St. Pete. They took a catscan of me (i’m still unconcious) and they said it was brain aneurism. I wasn’t supposed to live and they had nothing to do for me.
I was taken to All Childrens Hospital, but the trip took more than 45 minutes.
What the surgeon told my parents to warn them was they have 2 option because of the aneurism. Let me die peacfully unconcious so they can look at me, or take me into surgery. He expected I would just bleed out unstoppably. They picked surgery of course. I wasn’t supposed to live.
When he took me in, my pupils were dialated. I was on death’s doorstep, completely.
All my family, all my friends, and all of my teammates had come.

Soon after he started, blood drained out, but only to reveal the tumor. They were able to calm and slow down because it wasn’t aneurism. They removed half of it, and kept that piece of my skull.
My right side was completely numb, and I wasn’t supposed to be able to talk. I was put into a medical coma to help me rest, and it was suppsosed to be three day. I woke op after two.

Only 11 days total was I in the hospital. They expected around a month. I went again on December 7, and they removed the rest of the tumor completely, and replaced my skull (i couldn’t let them steal that… :) ) I was out of the hospital in three days. They expected around one to two weeks.

i’m still healing now, of course. I’m not allowed to run or do any physical activities until March 7th. My right leg is still kind of numb. My face and torso have all feeling back, but the right arm has a little twinge of numb. The top right quadrant of my right I is blind. but it may, (maybe, might, no for sure) improve. I’m basically ready to (nearly) anything again.

All of this were the toughest moments of my parents life, and a lot of my easiest. Very very little pain to anything, and any bad memories were unintensionally lost due to some of the medicince in the hospital the first time. But I’ve got great moments. I thought I was in a dream the whole time.

If you’ve read all this, I can tell you my purposes. My purpose of running and running so hard is to save my life. When we got to All Childrends, my heart had stopped and my lungs werent working on their own. but they were supposed to quit a lot earlier.

I thank everyone that helped me so much including all friends and family. And I thank the doctors of course, too. I also like to give credit to my coach for working me so hard. That’s were the toughness came from.

My purpose is to live and bring backeverything I had and develope whatever I want. My purpose is to be happy and enjoy life with everyone I know. One of my favorite things to do is say to myself: “I wasn’t supposed to live” I’m very proud of this scar :)

Life is all about finding your own purpose. It can hit you any second.

question is just if it is a good or a bad one; AND if you care about that anyway