What is your true calling? Your vocation? What were you born to do?
The answer to that question changes on an almost daily basis for me.
Some days I would say I was placed on this Earth to be a Father for my children and husband to my wife.
Other days I would make a compelling argument that I was born to put words to paper via keyboard or pen. It would not be a lie to say that I could die happy knowing my words made a real difference in one person’s life.
Occasionally I would answer that my purpose in life is to brew delicious beer for the sake of the craft alone.
It troubles me from time to time that I do not have a static answer to this question. Maybe I still have not discovered my purpose yet.
I know that at the end of the day it is important to me that at the very least I live a full and deliberate life, a good and moral life.
I suppose I’ll just keep searching. It would not bother me one bit if at the end of it all my epitaph read:
Father, Husband, Son, Brother, Friend, and Truthseeker. I feel like St. Peter or the Guardians of the Watchtowers would approve of such a life.
In the meantime I will keep searching and living the best I can. It wouldn’t feel right to do any less.
Shout out to Eligh because the title of this post is a paraphrase of one of his lyrics.