…dear diary, there is a story I heard about a wise man who once asked three bricklayers what they are doing. One says, “I am laying bricks.” Another says, “I am building a wall”. The third one says, “I am building the cathedral.” Well, I realised that none of them were wrong but, how they defined themselves say a lot about their sense of purpose.
When we are asked, “Who are you?” Sometimes, we say I am a doctor, a writer, a poet, a data analyst, an engineer, a CEO and many more. However, it is germane to note that we are no one and we are everyone. So, how we define ourselves say something about how deep our sense of purpose is.
Who are you?
According to Marianne Williamson’s most famous message from the book, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of “A Course in Miracles”
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measures.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’
Actually, who are you not to be?
Everyone is carrying out an experiment on themselves especially when they perform so many duties. The experiments are carried out with the job, with love, with friends, with cities and with risks. With this, we become a part of the series of experiments we have been carrying out.
Most times, we take up the jobs we hated, we love the people who cheated on us, we make friends who did not stand the test of time, we engaged with people who betrayed our trust and we take risks that failed us. However, we are living with purpose because of those wrong choices. So, we should be thankful that we learnt from those mistakes.
To really understand who you are and who you are not, you have to make mistakes. But, you need to define your boundaries while going through the process of the experiment. This will help you to avoid chaos.
Finally, always remember the words of Roy T. Bennett, “do not let the roles you play in life make you forget who you are.”
So, do more, fail more and don’t stop.
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