What If?

All my life I’ve been searching for a purpose.. no, I’ve been trying to fulfill what I believed to be my purpose: To make a difference.

But what does that even mean?

To improve people’s lives. To make the world a better place. To leave a positive impact. To share with individuals compassion, caring, and grace.

But what about me? Did I think the giving of myself would make me feel whole? Sometimes it does. Other times I feel more empty than ever.

What if I spend my whole life trying to position myself to best make a positive impact and in doing so never truly, genuinely interact with the world? Never truly live and explore my life? What if, by constantly searching for the next thing I let my life pass me by?

What if expressing my thoughts and feelings is enough?

What if the impact I leave is through being courageous enough to lead a genuine life?

What if I find my purpose by not searching quite so hard and instead allowing myself to live, be, and do things that bring me joy?

By not conforming but instead stating my truth with abandon. Embracing myself and those around me with abandon. Living with abandon.

What if I stop searching for someone to be long enough to be myself?