So I was going to make a blog post about walking around without having a purpose in life. I was going to question on my blog over whether life was worth anything if you didn’t have a purpose. I wondered how you found your purpose in life because I completely disagree with my ex about how you have to create your own purpose.
But I think I found my purpose in life.
First of all, how does someone find their purpose in life? Does it magically fall into your lap, do you take some time to reflect on your interests, or do you have to create your own purpose?
For me, I found what I think is my purpose in life by reflecting on my interests. I’m just now thinking about a blog post I encountered when I started blogging and it was an activity on how to find your purpose. I forgot about it for over a year, but I remember how you can find your purpose based on your passions. My passions include the following:
- music (both instrumental and vocal, though I have been focusing on singing lately),
- performing (which is being satisfied via choir), and
- social justice (me being vocal about social justice issues has caused problems, but I don’t care. They can’t silence me! People have tried and failed!)
I also like public speaking, but I don’t do it as often as I used to, so it’s not exactly a passion.
So now that I know my passions, how can I turn my passion into a purpose? Is there something in common with music, performing, social justice, and public speaking? Hmm, let’s see.
- Music is one of my passions. Since I’m currently singing, I am using my voice as an instrument
- I fulfill my performance passion by singing in a choir. I use my singing voice for a song related to the day’s service
- I use my voice to speak out against sexism, racism, homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, and other social injustices
- When I do public speaking, I am using my voice to talk about whatever I would be talking about
What word do you see in all of the about bullet points?
I feel like my purpose in life is to use my voice.
Let me tell you a fact about myself that I forgot about until I thought about what could possibly be my purpose: I have an interest in spoken word. It just seems so powerful when it’s spoken. Maybe I felt inspired by Kavindu “Kavi” Ade’s spoken word performance titled “It” (Warning: Mentions of transphobic actions and words) that felt so powerful when I watched the video a year after one of my best friends in undergrad came out to me saying he’s a guy.
When I developed an interest in spoken word, I wanted to do a spoken word performance calling out my family for not rallying behind my cousin who struggles with alcohol addiction. I wanted an outlet for my social justice feelings. However, not only is it hard to find spoken word venues to express myself, but I won’t be able to handle any criticisms for my works of spoken art. (Thanks Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria…)
So yeah, I’m going to use my voice now. Time to put batteries in the megaphone mom bought me for Christmas.