Human Purpose
It is interesting that us humans are always searching for a sense of purpose or attempting to prove that we have a purpose. It seems most of us are encouraged to:
Many of us spend our life journey doing all we can to be more than being us. We cannot envision or entertain the possibility that the simplest flower, the smallest insect, the seemingly unenlightened animal or fish is more spiritually evolved that the human with several graduate degrees in theology or those who has spent years meditating, contemplating, or otherwise searching for the meaning of life.
Social scientists continue to spend time asking and researching our basis nature. “Are we social creature or are we meant to be more independent? Are we the only creature who have a sophisticated language?
Certainly we are the only creatures who build skyscrapers. We are the only beings on this planet who create vehicles which can carry us to the moon. No other creatures seems to be have central heating, air conditioners and skilled worker to keep them functioning. Any of us could easily write down a long list of inventions or creations which only humans have created. We clearly are, in many respects, very advanced. Yet, we continue to search for happiness; for some way to shut down these over active minds. We have refined such practices as Yoga, Tai Chi, other martial arts, retreats, and a host of others to help us attain a sense of peace/contentment. We make alcohol and other drugs which can temporality take us out of ourselves. We have religious rituals and dogma which purport to prepare us for the time that follows this life journey.
Since the beginning of recorded history we have had teachers who have suggested that the simplest bird or blade of grass has all the wisdom we need for this life journey. The blade of grass is seemingly very happy being a blade of grass growing, dying, reacting to and with the rest of nature. I often listen to flowers in my small garden. I have yet to hear any of them complaining that other flowers are prettier, more valuable or more important. I have yet to hear the yellow rose saying they want to be red or white, I never hear the chickens saying they want to be cows. Seemingly they are perfectly happy being exactly who they are for whatever time they exist.
Perhaps our purpose is to be more fully us; to embrace and enjoy this life journey as the humans we are with various emotions, talents, and abilities. Some of us are not very social. Some of us function better in community. Some of us play music. Some of us design and build buildings. Some of us do well as physicians and other health care workers. Some of us need lots of assistance and some of us do well with limited assistance. Some of us are amazing parents and some of us are better suited for other roles.
All of us will have a relatively brief life span and then die. No exceptions. We will either be miserable attempting to prove our worth and, in the process, make all we encounter miserable or we will embrace being the best us we can be. Some of us will insist that this is too simple. Some of us will smile and continue our very simple dance.
Written April 20, 2020
Jimmy F Pickett
coachpickett.org
It is interesting that us humans are always searching for a sense of purpose or attempting to prove that we have a purpose. It seems most of us are encouraged to:
- Decide what one wants to be when he or she reaches adulthood. This is generally a question about profession.
- Discover how to be better than, more than, better looking than, smarter than, or richer than.
- Control our emotions and/or be very gender specific about doing so.
- Look for some esoteric purpose for our life journey.
Many of us spend our life journey doing all we can to be more than being us. We cannot envision or entertain the possibility that the simplest flower, the smallest insect, the seemingly unenlightened animal or fish is more spiritually evolved that the human with several graduate degrees in theology or those who has spent years meditating, contemplating, or otherwise searching for the meaning of life.
Social scientists continue to spend time asking and researching our basis nature. “Are we social creature or are we meant to be more independent? Are we the only creature who have a sophisticated language?
Certainly we are the only creatures who build skyscrapers. We are the only beings on this planet who create vehicles which can carry us to the moon. No other creatures seems to be have central heating, air conditioners and skilled worker to keep them functioning. Any of us could easily write down a long list of inventions or creations which only humans have created. We clearly are, in many respects, very advanced. Yet, we continue to search for happiness; for some way to shut down these over active minds. We have refined such practices as Yoga, Tai Chi, other martial arts, retreats, and a host of others to help us attain a sense of peace/contentment. We make alcohol and other drugs which can temporality take us out of ourselves. We have religious rituals and dogma which purport to prepare us for the time that follows this life journey.
Since the beginning of recorded history we have had teachers who have suggested that the simplest bird or blade of grass has all the wisdom we need for this life journey. The blade of grass is seemingly very happy being a blade of grass growing, dying, reacting to and with the rest of nature. I often listen to flowers in my small garden. I have yet to hear any of them complaining that other flowers are prettier, more valuable or more important. I have yet to hear the yellow rose saying they want to be red or white, I never hear the chickens saying they want to be cows. Seemingly they are perfectly happy being exactly who they are for whatever time they exist.
Perhaps our purpose is to be more fully us; to embrace and enjoy this life journey as the humans we are with various emotions, talents, and abilities. Some of us are not very social. Some of us function better in community. Some of us play music. Some of us design and build buildings. Some of us do well as physicians and other health care workers. Some of us need lots of assistance and some of us do well with limited assistance. Some of us are amazing parents and some of us are better suited for other roles.
All of us will have a relatively brief life span and then die. No exceptions. We will either be miserable attempting to prove our worth and, in the process, make all we encounter miserable or we will embrace being the best us we can be. Some of us will insist that this is too simple. Some of us will smile and continue our very simple dance.
Written April 20, 2020
Jimmy F Pickett
coachpickett.org
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