The biggest injustice we have done to ourselves as people is the continued snub of our God-given gifts. We are all destined to do amazing things, yet we have let life constrain our superpowers.
My biggest take away from this national lockdown is the time it has afforded me to really delve deep into what my true purpose is. Admittedly, I haven’t found it exactly, but I am certain it involves writing. The same writing that allows me to best express myself and say things that matter. The same writing I have, for many years, treated like the side piece. Well, no more! No more taking my God-given for granted.
The truth is that I have always felt that my writing wasn’t at all that good. Also, I admire great writers and thinkers so much that I started thinking I can never get to their level. Writing is my gift, and even if I say so myself, I am pretty good at it. I want to be better of course, so it is really important that I give writing my utmost attention. I cannot be a casual writer if I want to tell people’s stories and truths. Plus, I respect the Almighty that gifted me this ability, so I think it is disrespect to Him to not be present toward my gift (see what I did there?).
Our gifts give us purpose; a reason to not just exist, but to live life to its fullest. Situations and our ‘9 to 5’s’ have sucked the life out of us, and we’re now stuck making a living while we’re nowhere near being alive. In all honesty, a lot of us are too chicken - I get how that is mighty rich coming from someone who’s now on a vegan diet. We’re afraid to be ourselves when uncertainty clouds our will.
To a certain extent, I get it. Not all of us come from families that can accommodate you hitting the reset button on your life. But consider this, the greatest resource that we have is ourselves, but are we really being ourselves when we’re settling for what we are not made to be? We have incredible gifts that we have all chuffed into a dusty storage inside. Life is very short, so why shouldn’t we be who we are meant to be?
Maybe I am naïve or just an idealist living in his own mind, but at least I acknowledge that I am here for a far greater purpose. I do not have it all figured out, and I apologize if at any point in this article I used language that suggested that I do. What I have figured out is that we are not really living. We are not in touch with inner selves and we do not have a clear understanding of our greatness. We are sleeping on ourselves.
I strongly believe we are not meant to be living second-hand lives, we are great and whatever we do and think of ourselves should resemble that.
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