IT’S SAID THAT if we wish to be happy we best find our purpose. But we’ll search all our lives for this purpose empty-handed if it doesn’t commence, and find its conclusion, with God. Moreover, a process is involved in establishing purpose.
When searching for purpose,
Our pasts hold vital clues,
When negative emotions lurk,
There’s an irony of good news.
Underpinning our purpose,
Is the shelter of life’s unknowns,
Those which are revealed by God,
Otherwise there are groans.
Then there’s the need of reflection,
The mode of coming awareness,
Arrival’s made in the deflection,
Of distractive judgments of carelessness.
Much thought ventured,
Promotes fodder to plan,
The plan is then indentured,
Like gold—we are to pan.
Armed with a rough sketch,
The mind’s design of the plan,
Observations we now fetch,
To check, verify and scan.
The plan for our purpose,
Needs to be solemnly plain,
Removing presence of murkiness,
And the potential for disdain.
When all is said and done,
It’ll come down to this:
Did we commit the plan to run?
And did we tenaciously finish?
Life only gets hard when we struggle for purpose and meaning.
And even that mightn’t sound true, for busyness and many trials may come in during various stages of our lives, while we have much to live for; but tiredness, or stress, or grief will wear us down.
The theory of purpose is it begins with God and, therefore, energy to achieve our purpose is supplied miraculously and abundantly—if it is our purpose.
Recall that: purpose provides meaning and hope. How better than analyse and reconcile our Pasts, acknowledge the Unknowns, Reflect and Plan, Observe life, Simplify the plan, and then Execute it. Living hopefully is simply being deliberate and intentional. The rest of life sorts itself out.
© 2011 S. J. Wickham.
This article was a follow-up to one titled, Living Hopefully by P.U.R.P.O.S.E.