Sometimes when I'm doing housework I zone out and ponder the mysteries of the universe (aka thinking about random stuff). I was thinking about why I'm driven to do the things I do and what my purpose in life is. And this thought floated across my mind:
It's not about you. Nothing is just about you except the things you make about you.
I thought about this for a minute trying to figure out what it meant. This is what I came up with:
Each of our purposes in life is about connecting with other people, affecting them in some way. For me that means making life happier, prettier and more whimsical for the people around me. I feel most fulfilled and purposeful when I give something I've made to someone and see that it makes them smile, whether that's a veil I've made for a bride or a plate of food I've made for my husband.
When you sit alone and try to "find yourself" a lot of the time it gets you further from who you really are. It's not about who you are as an individual. Our value comes from who we are as part of the world.
I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.
