Just Keep Walking

Someone told me that they wanted to be like me when they grow up and I am having a hard time understanding why they would want to do that.  Nothing about me is perfect and nothing about my life is perfect.  I think it is flattering that someone views me as a good role model or someone they aspire to be.  

Not everyone feels that way though.  There have been a few people who have made it clear that I am not a role model and my shoes are not worth walking in.  That is fine because I feel that we all have our own paths and for someone to copy me, it would be a bit unnatural instead of following their own dreams.  However, I feel that people can find a better way to express themselves without having to hurt someone and having literally nothing nice to say no matter how hard I try.  

I do not like the term “hater” because to me it makes me feel there is a person out there who actually hates me and would rather spend their energy bringing someone down rather than redirecting their energy to pulling themselves up.  I hope no one hates me but I am starting to feel some sort of hatred coming from someone.  

If anyone were to take a walk in my shoes, they would see a path that is not smooth and clean.  I sometimes step in mud, gum, and sand that forever stay on your shoes and make me feel gross for the remainder of my journey.  But they are just shoes.  My feet are ok, I am not damaged and I can wash everything away and forget about it.  

They are just shoes.

I am who I am no matter how much gum, mud and sand I step in.  I am not damaged despite the small pause in my path.  I just keep on going in my beautiful purple shoes.

I'm Such A Tool

What is our life’s purpose?  We work, go to school, have families but is there more?

I watched the movie “Hugo” and there was a part where this girl questioned why she was on Earth and if she has a purpose.  She was comparing herself to a boy who spent all his life as a clock maker and had an amazing skill for fixing what many people thought were unfixable. 

The boy, Hugo, explained to her that he looks at the world as a big machine and all machines come with the exact parts they need and all those parts have a purpose.  If this world is a machine and the people are its parts then I suppose we all have a purpose.  If this is the case then what do we do best?  Have we figured out what our purpose is already?

Could it be possible that we are the tools to the parts that help make the world function?  When I look at the purpose of a hammer or screwdriver, I see two functions to them.  A hammer can put things together and take them apart.  The screwdriver can do the same, so it is possible to have multiple purposes?  Are we here to bring people together or tear them apart? Or both?

Sometimes there are extra parts that come with the machine and, at the time, you do not see a use for them so they are tossed in that one messy drawer we all have.  Just like that extra part, have you ever been tossed away?  Just like any tossed part, they are saved in your messy drawer and when you need it, you do not need to buy another part, repair an old rusty part but find the one that was on reserve.  Has a friend forgotten about you until a crucial moment and they reached out to you and realized what your purpose is to them?

So back to the original question - what is our purpose?

Are we the parts that have a function to make things go?  Do we have multiple purposes for various occasions?  Or are we on reserve for something better?

Whatever the reason on why we are here, we all have a purpose to making this world go ‘round.  Never dwell on it just keep living and you will figure it out, if you have not done so already.

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