Perhaps this is my own version of a  mid  life  crises  where my mind is perhaps maturing enough to be able to  actually  ask  these  types  of  questions without spontaneously imploding on itself in an extended blot of black depression. Nevertheless,  I  am  still  stuck  to  when  it  comes to even trying to answer a  question, or conundrum, like this.

        Basically, I think it will all boil down to that I don’t know the answer to this question because the part of me that is asking the question is also the part of me that is trying to answer this question. And I knew the answer then I wouldn’t be asking the question right now. I hope that makes sense.

       But, even still, I find recently that to determine what one’s purpose in life is is a rather befuddling pursuit. For me, I  walk  to  the  work  in the morning along a sunny Arizona sidewalk and I find myself thinking that I am just starting off into another day. And out of this thought arises a question “But really what should one be doing with their days? What will be the ultimate things and activities that I could do with my time here today that would make this day, each day, worthwhile?  And of course this spawns off into other question such as “worthwhile to whom?” and “what kind off activities?” and other stuff like that. 

     Let me imagine that I have all the money I need and no longer I have to pursue and elusive goal that everyone else now pursues. Financial freedom.

The light at the end of the tunnel. But just for the sake of this example let’s state that I don’t have to worry about the survival anymore. I have enough money to satisfy whatever craving I have or need for my family.

    Then what? What would I do with my day? Would it be to form a multi-billion dollar company that feeds the needy and takes care of every home less child in this world? What would give my life a meaning right now?

    When we are all very young human being we have no choice what happens to us as we exist. Whatever happens to us in our parent’s house much we all do is spend our day fluctuating between going to school and not going to school. When we get elder and graduate from the school we go out in big, wide world and look to get ourselves that ubiquitous job. That is what we do with our days. 

    Over the years perhaps we decide to throw into the mix a spouse, some expensive possessions, and some fancy vacations to some exotic paradises.  And then we may even decide to get our own house filled up some more with our own personal priceless treasures. Kids, to be exact. But what we are doing on a daily basis at this physical age in our lives? What are we doing? We are earning a living. But beyond that, as we trudge off to work each day, stay home with the kids, what we are doing everyday that’s of consequence in the scheme of things? What is it that makes each day meaningful? Is it raising the kids until they too become   adults and repeat the same process all over?

        Is it to become successful at that job we work at or with that business we own? Or is it to make us as happy as we can by watching all our favorite television shows and movies and eating out at nice restaurants and chatting with our best friends. And only doing things that we like to do and take vacation to places that only we want to go. But then here comes the old age. What then? Hopefully we have saved enough money to financially set so that we don’t have to worry about ‘earning a living anymore’

     We can sit back. Relax. Maybe go fishing or on other vacation on remote paradises. Or play lawn bowling down at the local community center or play chess in the park. What ever. But still, what have we done in our day besides make it busy? What are we doing with our days as we sit in our recliner flicking away with remote controls for the plasma TV and surround sound home theater system?

     But as we are about to die, what is it that we could say we did with our life? Can you for the most part, without over generalizing, we pretty must just did the things all along the years of birth to death. Is that we are meant to do? Is that all there is? Or somewhere in that mix, some where along the way, the path to grave, we may be so lucky to have our days sprinkled with wondrous events that change us inside and elevate our spirits..