As a child, we were taught in Sunday school that we were created for a purpose, and once we discover that purpose, it will pave the way for greatness. To be honest, discovering that purpose has been the hardest task I've ever encountered. What would have been easier with a divine voice mentioning to individuals why they were born has become a quest that takes a lifetime to unveil. Great men skilled in penmanship and leaders in various organizations have, in their knowledge, given guides to finding that purpose. I'm happy for those who have been able to use the guide to reach their purpose. For me, each and every day, I still ask God why I am here.
This question comes when I'm lost, wondering if I am spending my whole life walking the wrong path. Some months ago, when the question became a burden in my heart, I tried to sort out what I'm good at, something outside my profession, and to be honest, I didn't find any talent satisfactory enough to rely on. I am good at exposing the Bible during Bible studies, sometimes I am a singer, other times I notice people feel encouraged when I counsel them, but in all, I've not taken them seriously and don't see myself becoming one because I don't have passion in ministry, or maybe not yet.
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In all, one thing that makes me ask about my existence is the circle of life. Burdened with grief over the loss of a friend who died just when he was starting life leaves me with a lot of questions, or the circle of people who grow old and seem to await their last days, some with certain impact they can boast of and others with nothing to show forth except the possessions they were able to accumulate. What are we here for, really? Be born, grow and struggle to make wealth, get married and bear children, wait for days when nothing no longer pleases us, then man's final fate? Something within me says there's more to life than this.
No doubt there's talent, purpose, and all, but I believe more in impact in any field of one's choice as the purpose rather than a purpose in one specific occupation believed to be divinely connected. It's easy to say what we love or are good at becomes the purpose. What then happens to the Pilgrim task of winning souls and dying empty from all potentials believed to have been deposited in us? I have never stopped praying for a vivid answer to why I am here, but while I wait for an answer, I'll keep making little impacts.
