Tuesday, January 21, 2014

What's your purpose in life?

I believe that everyone has a dream that they hold onto with such unwavering commitment and faith. As a child, when we wanted something badly enough, whether it was roller blades, a bike, or a new videogame system, we held onto that image, that vision of receiving that of what we want. When you were in elementary school, our teachers would ask you, "would you like to be when you grow up?" Students would throw their hands high in the air, shouting out, "a teacher, a doctor, an police officer, a lawyer." As a child, there were no limitations when it came to our imagination. What we wanted, we received. A boy grows up with a passion to play football and concentrates on the idea of playing football in front of all to see. To grow up and become Peyton and Eli Manning. A young girl would grow up wanting to wear her mother's dresses and shoes. To buy fashion magazines, learning the names of different fashion houses and study her posture in the mirror, only to grow up and become a famous international model like Naomi Campbell, Iman, and Tyra Banks.

As a child, we all have this idea of being something great. Farther than great, most exceptional. We wanted to be the best and greatest in whatever it is that we had chosen to be at that time. When I was about nine years old, I wanted to be a lawyer. I wanted to be a lawyer because I wanted to be known for helping set innocent people free. Of course, I didn't completely understand the grip of being an attorney, but I knew that I wanted to help people. And in every of career choice I have experiment with in the last 18 years, my goal was to always HELP PEOPLE. Help others who were in trouble or needed guidance.

I've decided to follow into the career of public relations for one simple reason. I love to talk. Lol If anyone knows me, they know that I do love to talk. Over the phone, online, in person. I am always glue to my phone talking to someone long distance and internationally. It took me a long time to come to really understand why this career path was the right one for me. I love to read. I Read foreign books, self development books, novels, and gossip columns. I love to write. Short stories (that I have no intentions on ever releasing), poems, blogs (such as this one here).

I understand that with most career goals, there comes a lot of hard work, commitment, and the motivational push of continuously staying persistent, consistent and prayed up. Nothing will ever completely fall into plan without a understanding and relationship with the higher being. Whether it's God, Allah, Buddha, the Dalai Lama or The Universe. You need to have a form of gratification with the higher being for putting this life purpose in you.

There are some people who (like myself) had/have a hard time discovering what their life purpose is. And It actually turned out to be quite simple. To find out what your purpose in life is, all you have to do is calm your mind, calm your spirits and think. Think about the one thing (the one sole thing) you can not go without doing. Think about the one thing you would do completely free. No salary, no fee, no money. No fame! No fortune! No notoriety, and still live happily and content. Think of that one thing that makes you feel this unbelievably good sensation, this feeling that can not be explained, that feeling that makes you feel like the whole universe is inside of you. And That is your purpose in life. That is what you were born to do.

In the bible it says, Habakkuk 2:3
" For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end—it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay."

In the Buddhism beliefs,
" Your purpose in life is to find your purpose and give your whole heart and soul to it."

No matter what your religious beliefs are, your bible is your manual to every possible thing you will come face with until the day you die. Every thing you deal with in your lifetime, has been dealt with and solved many, many years ago. Finding your life purpose is one of the most liberating thing you could possibly encounter. It puts you in a space where you can now start achieving wonderful things in your lifetime.

** LAST MINUTE THOUGHT**
As you discover your life purpose and you go into a intense session of brainstorming, you may want to take under consideration one thing. How will this life purpose lead your life til the very end?

I know many people dread the thought of dying one day. The thought of death frightens them. I was reading a E-Book on how to create a life plan. And as I was reading this book one of the habits that was shared was "to plan your life backwards." Yes, plan your life backwards. And the very last thing that you will EVER have control over is what people will say and think about you at your funeral.
Think about it. Have you ever been to a funeral where there is one person just speaking so ILL about the deceased?
"He owed me money." "I heard she was sleeping around with many men." "I am happy they are dead, I didn't like them anyway." Don't be too shock. There are people that do say things like this at funerals. But then, you have funerals where people speaks so greatly of them, their accomplishments in life, the way they loved their families, their children, their spouse. How they respected every one that they have met. And how they will be greatly missed. Think about the things you will want to be remembered by when it is your time to go.

Peace.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Untitled (UPDATED)


I was inspired to write this poem after reading Asa Soltan's instagram post a few days ago. Thank you Asa Joon.

His name....
His name was like a blanket on a cold night. It comfort me, it saved me, it kept me sane.
His Smile....
His Smile was nothing I've ever experienced..
It was new to me, foreign to me, made me feel strange but good.
I close my eyes just to see his face, to relive the moments that real life can't trace, to play a role in a story untold.

In my mind's eye, I see beyond all we have done with each other. Things that hasn't yet been done. Time makes my heart fond over memories that haven't been made.
His lips...
His lips runs across my temples like a lost ship at sea. Looking for mines to anchor and settle. Afraid to like something that may be bad for him. I promised to never hurt him, but I can't keep that lie up. One day, he will hate me for being that one that open his soul for hurt. I will be that one that will forever be a memory of lost time.