My purpose is finding me

What the fuck am I doing? I ask myself this everyday. I’ve changed so much over the past year; going from a self-centered success-thirsty sexual-driven creature to someone who can no longer ignore the extreme beauty of the world that we live in. I’ve hurt people. I-have-hurt-people. Whether it was through my own direct selfish behavior, or as a byproduct of of my cut-throat “I’ll do anything to get there” ways.

Why am I writing this? Not as a confession or anything. I don’t need to confess. I’m a fucking butterfly and everything before this was metamorphosis. Shit. It’s honestly crazy how I can’t decide where I stand. But maybe I don’t want to stand anywhere? I see what goes on in the world, and I say “This all has a purpose. The death. The pain. The hurt. The love. The success. The laughter.” I say that what is happening now needs to happen. I don’t say that it is right or wrong, but that it all plays some role in our world for some reason. But then I immerse myself in our world, and I say “This isn’t right. People are dying. People are dying. People are dying.” How crazy is that? People are going to war and dying over a disagreement. A disagreement over land, oil, money, or power. I sit here and write this with the knowledge that these things do matter to people. And that people are willing to die for these things. But how long can we continue to live in this world and not realize that we are the same?

I recently watched the movie Baraka, and I sat there repeating “How could we think that we’re not the same?” I repeated that so many times until I almost fucking cried. Seriously. It’s just so hard for me to know when to sit back and say that this is all right, and when to go into society and say that this and that needs to be changed. That I can change it. I don’t even fucking know.

What I do know is that we will all die one day. And that the two opposites of death and life are connected in order to give meaning to the other. I know that this will all end. And instead of sitting around asking myself “What the fuck am I doing?” I am going to do something. I don’t know what, but I will do something. Among all of this confusion about where I stand, I feel something pushing me to be change. I honestly feel obligated to positively contribute to this world. No matter how big or how small. It doesn’t matter if I help one person or one million fucking people. My purpose is finding me.

About Matthew Askaripour

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