My kids often make fun of me for asking them what they want from life.
Like some sort of modern day philosopher, I pick at their brains trying to pry answers from their souls so I can help them discover the pathway to happiness and fulfillment.
It’s not that they aren’t happy; they are doing quite well.
But for whatever reason, I’ve always had an ability to sense when passion is missing from a person’s life. I can see when the flame is raging or simply struggling to ignite.
Right now there’s just a flicker.
Maybe this is on my mind because I also recognize my spark is dying too.
For the past three years, I’ve been in survival mode. Living day to day, just trying to make sense of everything going on in the world, wondering if the life we knew before the bullshit pandemic will ever return.
I’ve struggled with finding passion for anything in particular. I’ve mostly lost the will to fight for anything worthwhile.
And this is concerning to me because my entire life has always been about overcoming the challenges or defying the odds. I thrive on doing what they say can’t be done.
Regrettably, in many ways, I don’t care anymore. Except I really do.
There are things going on all around that deeply concern me and I want to help make a difference. But for the first time ever I don’t know how or if it even really matters.
What do you want from life?
It’s a huge question we all must ask of ourselves, and it’s important because if we don’t have something to live for, then what is the point of living?
We all need a hope, a dream, a cause worth fighting for. We have to care about something. We must have a fiery flame of passion to guide us.
Because that’s what keeps us moving forward each and every day. It gives us purpose. And we need it.
Today I’m asking myself the question and I challenge you to do the same.
For those of us struggling, let us find a match and some gasoline so we can reignite the flame within us.
You need it. I need it. The world needs it.