What are you doing?

Why are you here?

How do you belong?

What is your purpose?

Confronting, right?

The grass is getting cut inside my heart,

it grows back with more life

every time I trim it down,

and keep watering it,

softly and often.

And it becomes clearer.

For a moment

that goes by as quick as a mosquito’s penetrating piercing proboscis

in and out of your skin.

Here’s what I used to believe…

We all have an individual purpose,

and if we didn’t figure it out quickly,

it would be as painful as a breath of fire on your soft skin,

flaming out of the mouth of a fifty-four-foot-tall dragon.

Here’s what I used to believe…

It’s something we are to be infinitely fulfilled by,

and something we dedicate our lives to,

something we are supposed to be dreaming of every moment of every day.

To think like that,

is so mind disorienting

and turbulating

that I feel like I am a game of boggle.

“What is your purpose?”

Think about it,

close your eyes and really consider it for a moment.

How does it make you feel

to ask yourself this question

when you have no idea what the answer is?

Here’s what I used to believe…

I’d like to know

But it makes me feel small to ponder

as if I have no control over anything.

When I put the pressure on myself to know exactly the reason why I was put on this planet

I feel like I’m about to bust

like a balloon being squeezed by the arms of a young child turning three.

Then it pops

and I almost give up.

So.

I had a colloquial conversation recently,

the plants were graciously receptive.

They laugh at us humans

for having such human problems

taking everything so seriously.

They laugh at us humans

as we forget the universal intention,

they say we all have the same reason to be here.

Now, this is what I believe…

That we all have the same purpose,

and it’s nothing huge

or extravagant

or unique to us as individuals

it’s simple.

Let’s start by thinking about…

everything,

everything else

that is just like us,

minus the complex human mind.

What’s the intention of those creatures,

the ones resting on the grassy and muddy earth,

those in the tender and salty sea,

and those floating in the gravity-less sky.

Now, this is what I believe…

Our purpose is to live,

and while we live,

our purpose is to bring joy,

and while we bring joy,

our purpose is to love,

and while we love,

our purpose is to melt delicately

and deliciously with each other.

But, still there is a question,

and I guess the question resides in

“How?”

How do we live?

How do we bring joy?

How do we love?

How do we melt delicately and deliciously with each other?

And I don’t know about you,

but I get so chaotically puzzled

that I begin to feel lost

in a dark forest,

that’s so damn deep,

I can’t find my way out…

…nearly.

So I discovered,

that for now,

I believe everyone’s purpose is the same,

but the way we live it,

that’s all done in a different way.

That’s what I believe.

So tell me please,

I’m curious,

What is it that you believe?