Difference Makers

I don't want to just survive...I want to truly live.

There is an undeniable dichotomy that every human must face. The world as it is, and the world as we want it to be. I've been blessed with the ability to discern the emotions of the individuals around me and I have always felt the desire to help those who really need it. That desire has often left me feeling a sense of powerlessness or a sense of underachievement. I'm supposed to be making a difference, I'm supposed to be changing lives.

The true confusion is that at times I feel desperately in need of the help that I so strongly desire to give. This very circular fallacy drives a deep sense of loneliness which can be very difficult to overcome. There are spans when I'm able to let it drive me and it becomes the fuel of my empathy for others. There are spans when the fuel threatens to burn down everything I am. I become my own obstacle.

I heard an interesting take on the meaning of life; that it's pointless to ask "what is the meaning of life?" We create the meaning through our actions and through the way we live. So, if life begins as this blank manuscript, an open letter upon which we pen a new paragraph every moment, then what is it that I've used my time on the earth so far to scribe? That would be by meaning...my purpose. Is what I've done so far in line with what I've truly aspired to do? The answer of course is: not quite. A purposeful mindset is one which constantly seeks to align those two. The beauty of this whole mental exercise it allows me to recommit that pursuit. To be a difference maker.

Cheers!