Thursday, December 20, 2007

(calling)

So they say we all have a calling, a talent, a purpose. The main question is what is that purpose? You eventually reach that inevitable question of "why am I here?" How do you answer that? I mean, how can we really be sure that what we're doing is really what we're meant to be doing? Do we just go with the flow and let the things that are happening around us just happen? Or should we rebel? How do you know what's right?
I think life's just a four letter word that says so much. Sometimes you're left with that feeling-you know the one-where you just feel like there's so much you don't know about the world. You feel small and shrunken and just alone. All alone. It's times like these that I turn to my writing, and I'd say that's my calling. It may not be my job, or what I want to pursue as a career, but it's still my calling. It's what helps me let myself out. It's where I can just easily be me. Maybe that's what a calling is. But again, I'm just one person aren't I? There's so much I don't know, but that's life.

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