How are any of us supposed to know our purpose? The purpose for our life, or maybe even a goal for the week, or day. What decisions do we make, why do we make them? What do we believe, who do we trust. Maybe you've asked yourself these questions, maybe you haven't yet. Maybe you have attempted to answer them, or maybe you have no answer. Maybe you have debated their answers, or still remain undecided. Practically anywhere you go, you will see strangers, friends, enemies, and family running, rushing, or hurrying to their next destination, appointment, class, and meeting. How many stop and think is this my purpose? is this what I desire to do above all. Is this what I love, is it what makes me the happiest? I do not know the answer to that question that has been asked since the dawn of time. Maybe you do?
Life reminds me of skiing down a mountain. I know, strange you say? The mountain slope is a metaphor for life, because when I ski down, I'm slow. I attempt to traverse from left to right, and back again. Then there are the dare-devils, the ones who zoom straight down a double diamond without any caution in their excited black eyes. Then there are the experienced experts who have skied down this mountain before. They know it off by heart and have committed it to memory. Everyone is as unique as the next, and the list is far to endless to name all. They are all unique in their trip down their own mountain, their own journey in life.
While on this journey down our mountain of life, we may tumble, we may fall. But it is always the way that we pick ourselves off the snowy cold surface, and continue down that builds our character and uniqueness.
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