Why am I here?... it's not what you think.
This is not what you think it is... it is not the existential question that plagues each individual, and mankind as a whole. This is a more specific question. One I often ask myself when I am in a place that I need to be in order to get to where I want to be. The question is not rhetorical... it is meant to be answered as a reminder to what I am currently doing, and how it fits into where I want to be.
I remember asking this question at a bus-stop during a very bad winter while pursuing further studies in a temperate climate. Me, a child of the Caribbean sunshine. I was standing at the bus stop wearing my $10 thrift store long wool coat. I could hear the wind whistle as it blew through my body. It was not that late, but already dark outside and I had an uneasy feeling as I waited alone for the bus. I could not feel my face or my ears anymore and I tried unsuccessful to warm my hands in my pockets. Looking down I saw on the ground a can of soda, with a bracelet sized pool of liquid frozen in the process of leaving the can.
"Why am I here?"..... "What am I doing here?"..... When you ask that question in life, at the time when you are most uncomfortable and you do not have a clear answer, then maybe you're not where you are supposed to be. I was able to immediately and clearly repeat to myself with visible breaths the answer at that moment, and a short time later the bus arrived and I continued on my journey. I was there to complete my studies so that I could return home. So have you asked that specific question lately? Why am I here? In this relationship, in this job, in this house, in this country, in this school, in this business location, in this financial position..... are you really where you're supposed to be?
I remember asking this question at a bus-stop during a very bad winter while pursuing further studies in a temperate climate. Me, a child of the Caribbean sunshine. I was standing at the bus stop wearing my $10 thrift store long wool coat. I could hear the wind whistle as it blew through my body. It was not that late, but already dark outside and I had an uneasy feeling as I waited alone for the bus. I could not feel my face or my ears anymore and I tried unsuccessful to warm my hands in my pockets. Looking down I saw on the ground a can of soda, with a bracelet sized pool of liquid frozen in the process of leaving the can.
"Why am I here?"..... "What am I doing here?"..... When you ask that question in life, at the time when you are most uncomfortable and you do not have a clear answer, then maybe you're not where you are supposed to be. I was able to immediately and clearly repeat to myself with visible breaths the answer at that moment, and a short time later the bus arrived and I continued on my journey. I was there to complete my studies so that I could return home. So have you asked that specific question lately? Why am I here? In this relationship, in this job, in this house, in this country, in this school, in this business location, in this financial position..... are you really where you're supposed to be?
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