Wednesday, June 24, 2009

You know, I think I realized what my purpose in life is. I always felt a passion towards other people, whether that's with or by supporting them, loving them, or whatever it is that I think I'm doing. I always felt that I was missing something. But maybe ... in the true essence of reality ... I'm not. I love watching people find: their "true beauty", their "right path", and their "true aspirations". Sometimes I often find myself holding on to things, or people. But I never know why. I know at some point this person or thing is going to be out of my life. Like a fallen leaf during autumn. And it's okay. At this point ... I'm content with that. I know that that is to be expected in my life - that gives me all the more reason to be who I am.

My true purpose, from my own personal understanding, is to help others strive. Nothing more and nothing less. I think my problem is that I tend to get attached to the people I'm helping. And then when they leave I feel lost again. Like that wasn't supposed to happen. But it is, cus everyone leaves at some point. And I'm okay with that. Today, I am okay with that. Everything makes sense now. I'm not meant to have anyone else. Just myself.