Why We’re Here
This year is very revealing to me of what exactly I’m supposed to be doing here on this earth, why I’m here, who I’m here for, and why I was built this way.
Some of us are lucky enough to be many things to many people — a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a boss, a subordinate, a friend. But not all of us are like that. Imagine the stable mental state of this person who can be all of these things at once — she must do a lot of yoga on weekends.
But there are those of us who can’t function in all respects, mostly because one purpose outweighs the other.
Some of us are meant to be just daughters or sons taking care of ailing parents.
Some of us are meant to be just wives and husbands no matter how hard we try to be mothers or fathers.
Conversely, some of us are meant to be just mothers and fathers because we sidetracked the wedding process.
I know of good daughters/sons who are awful wives/husbands.
I know of amazing bosses but are awful parents.
I know of wonderful friends but are awful children.
You want to please everybody but in the end you have to choose who you want to please and who you want to disappoint. In the end, you have to choose who you can lose and who you have to keep.
I am a daughter, a mother, a boss, a subordinate, a friend. Right now. Maybe till I die. I’m starting to feel like I’m fine with that.
