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WE ARE JUST VEHICLES

 We all wonder what is the purpose of our life; some of us cannot find an answer, people who can only see life as a series of events disconnected from one another, where there is no meaning and there is no way to find the crux of the matter; they stop searching, nothing wrong with it, it is just another way of being.

Some others do not bother to know what the purpose of their life is, and if that is it. Again, nothing wrong with it, it is just another way of being.

There are others who look for answers. Maybe those who have suffered a lot or are just more sensible, or curious or both. They must have a reason and they need to find a reason. Maybe it is just in their nature to want to know (a little bit like Adam and Eve - some characters of the Bible - that were looking to get to know the secrets of creation).

Of those people some find an answer and they settle with it, others find more than one.

I am one of those who has been looking for for an answer (quite a lot) and I have found several answers so far: the reasons I have been giving myself on the purpose of human life have been changing and those changes of perspective have been consequences of my personal / spiritual development.

There was a time where I could not find a reason for my life here, could not find a reason for the pain, and the losses and the grief, could not find a reason for connecting with people, because I could not feel the connection. I experienced loneliness only as a few do.

Then the ability to self-reflect became a reality, it was brought forward from feeling empathy for others for the first time (of it I remember the day and the time and where I was - one of those moments of your life you'll always remember because there is a fundamental change in who you were until that moment and who you have became after that moment); being able to step out from the victim mentality by taking responsibility for my feelings (a consequence of self reflection) was also fundamental (this took a very long time - for a long time it felt easier to shift responsibility to the the outside world even if the pain was immense and unbearable).

The ability to self reflect was the start of a process of self acceptance and self love. This could not have been brought up without connection with others, feeling loved. 

During that period and moving forward I decided that the purpose of my presence on this planet was to be happy and fulfil my potential (two things which are quite connected to one another).

It was a great period full of success and accomplishments but somehow in the long term it left a part of me unrealised and empty, there was something still missing, the connection with others and the ability to be honest and totally vulnerable expressing myself were missing, somehow they were lost.

I had to have another look at myself once more. What was stopping me from being vulnerable, what was stopping me from feeling connected and putting me in a constant sense of deprivation and loss? Fear (of course). 

I had to face it and once I had done it, the sense of freedom was immense. I had the 'keys to the kingdom'. I was reborn. My perspective on the purpose of my life on this planet and of the purpose of others in my life is that we are just vehicles to show each other where we are standing in our own life.

I do not dismiss the fact that my presence on this planet is to fulfil my own potential (and only freedom can give me that) but I know that every person who enters in my life (even for a short moment) is a vehicle for me to look at myself and self-reflect (and only by self reflecting I can then fulfil my own potential).

In this self reflection I exist and I expand. I became whole and in this wholeness I experience the beauty of life. 






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