One of the blogs that I have listed as one I particularly like is "Turning the Pages of Life" by Gene Bach. He often has thought provoking items, one of which I quote here.
"Each of us, in our everyday lives, are writers. No, we may not be using a pen but, through our words and our actions, we are none the less producing a living, breathing legacy. What we do, what we say, how we act and react are all laying down the chapters of our existence. "
His observation ties in, I think, with what I have been pondering today - my purpose in life in this new time of retirement. Previously my purpose seemed clear but now it is a little hazy and maybe needs redefining.
I have a book on the shelf, that I have never read, for no good reason except it looks as if it might take some soul searching on my part, and I haven't wanted to do that lately. The name of the book is "The Search for Significance" by Robert S. McGee .
What Gene is saying, and the title of the book, caused me to think that everything I do, say, or not do or say is part of something significant, therefore is my purpose. My mistakes, or successes are all part of it. My purpose in life, I suppose is to be part of the script about living, learning, growing, and dying. The mundane things of life are just important in that script as the more exciting parts, I surmise.
I have three sons, born in an abusive marriage, which now, Thank God, I am no longer a part. However, if I had not endured that marriage, these wonderful young men would not exist. Was their existence more important than my putting up with something less than ideal for a time? I think so, and because of that I cannot wish that I had not been part of that marriage.
I think I am rambling, go to Gene's page and read some of his insights I think you will appreciate them.