I always have a feeling that theres something wrong, something missing, that theres a problem i cant put my hands on.
Now i have a name for my problem which is quite a good start :)
Ladies and gentlemen my Problem is “Lack of sense of purpose”!
I’m living in a vacuum.
You really do have a purpose. It’s just waiting for you to tap into it and reverse the inertia into full drive.
For someone to have a purposeful life, they need to depend on the talents, experience and traits they already possess in realizing that purpose.
So now i have realized my problem, and i know that i have the tools needed to develop my purpose in life.
A sense of purpose gives you a feeling of accomplishment, knowing that you are achieving something and getting somewhere. It gives you something to look forward to every day; a reason to get out of bed in the morning with a smile. A purposeful life puts a bounce in your step and makes you feel so good on the inside. It leads to confidence, accomplishment, and a happy disposition.
A small problem remains though, i do not have enough confidence in my tools.
Then i guess there is no way for me to build that confidence unless i actually put my tools into action and see how much they are really worth!
One last thing what should i start out with…
I will paint.
Why do i keep underestimating it!
Its my childhood passion and what i study at college. Its true that painting and i were not on best terms for the past 3 years, but i know its time for me to get the old flames burn’n :)
I’m working on a new painting at the mean time, if i liked it i might be publishing it here soon, if i don’t (and that is my usual) then i’ll keep it in the drawers or behind the bed :)
I promise i’ll try being anything than “the usual” it hasn’t got me anywhere, has it!
There once was a little flower. Budding anew in the green. She looked at the ground and wondered what world she had been set into. She saw the green around her and wondered at her purpose. She contemplated as she grew. She hesitated at her own worth.
One day she lifted her head a little. She saw the other flowers. She saw they were beautiful and wondered how she fit in. She couldn’t believe she herself could be quite that lovely. She couldn’t comprehend she herself could bring such happiness as they.
She lifted her head higher one day to look at the big blue sky. She felt the warmth of the light above touch her face and she felt happy in her place. She wondered at the world she was set into. Then she caught sight of a lovely thing above her. Soaring so high and swirling in the sky. She felt her little heart inside her would burst as she watched it. The beautiful thing gracefully gliding in the wind that touched her slightly. Oh, how she wished she could join with this thing. How she wished she could soar up so high in the wind. Sighing, she settled herself in the earth. Feeling as if she didn’t know her own worth.
The bird soared so high in the sky up above. She felt the wind blowing her feathers and sighed. She looked down to the earth below and wondered at the sight she saw. The loveliness below her sent her heart soaring higher than before. For below her she saw flowers of all kinds and colors. But one among the others drew her eye. It’s head faced toward her with such magical glory. It’s color was bright and contrasted with those around it. Oh how she wished she could be much like it.