What’s Your Reason?

Finding Purpose in Life

Have you ever wondered, “Why are we here?” and “What am I supposed to do in life?”

I can remember when I was just entering adulthood, was newly married, and began ending up with secretarial jobs just because I could type and spell, wondering what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life. Granted, being married was lots of fun, but we never started a family.

I came from a family of seven, and Dennis came from a family of six, so neither one of us was a stranger to the idea of family. It just never happened, and seven years into our marriage, it was very much on my mind because I honestly thought we would have children at some point. The biological clock was going, “Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock,” and I knew if it wasn’t now, it likely was not going to happen. I was the only kid in our family who didn’t yet have kids. I was beginning to feel left out. So, my thoughts started going toward: What am I supposed to be doing?

I suppose I was 27 years old, or thereabouts, when the direction of my wonderings began to be spiritual in nature. There wasn’t anything specific, just spiritual in nature. I was also into reading, which I did a lot of, and writing, which I didn’t do very much of. Nor was I very good at it.

It was about 1985, when I was just getting to be 30 years old, that I happened upon the general idea of psychic stuff. I can’t remember exactly when all of this happened because it really all started many years prior to that, but that was the time when I was going to be 30 years old that I let go of the idea of being a mother and turned more of my attention from the grief of that to other, more positive pursuits.

They didn’t call me Pauline for nothing. Think Pollyana, of an annoyingly cheerful and optimistic bearing. What I didn’t show the world was me being depressed. I felt it, and the ups and downs of the mood swings that continued to catch me off balance at times. It was years later that I sought psychological therapy, which did me a world of good.

Through it all, I learned a lot. As my interest in things spiritual happened upon the idea of spiritual psychic, I fell into my own, and slowly, I began to know my purpose in life was going to be one of service. Specifically of spiritual service. Because of the psychic nature of my world, I did not feel that I would be welcomed by any sort of church. So, I put my oar in the water and paddled by myself with the support and help of my husband.

It is interesting that I’ve always felt like I knew him before. Before this lifetime, we were soul mates and continued in this lifetime as the same. This was driven home to me when in a past-life regression, I saw us both in the clergy; him as a monk and myself as a nun. I always thought it was a simpatico move that in the 9th grade, he enrolled in seminary to eventually become a priest, and my own secret desire as a little girl was to become a nun.

So, after all these years, I can propose an answer to the question, “Why are we here?” which, for me, is to experience life, to learn our own life lessons, no matter how distasteful or even alternatively how pleasant they are.

And the answer to the question, “What is my purpose in life?” is generally to be of service to others. Help them out of a sour mood. Help them to realize with every step, they are learning more and healing more. I think a good life led is a life where you share with others, where you can celebrate the hard things and know they are necessary so that you can help others.

Your purpose is your purpose. Even the orange-haired one has a purpose in life. Personally, I think it is to build up a prodigious amount of bad karma, but that’s just how I feel. No matter if we are aware of it or not, our lives mean something, and we all have a purpose in life. It’s just nice to know what it is.

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