Tintinnabulation from a Cathedral nearby! A cacophony of shrill noise could be heard from a distance, making it unable for me to think. (Oya! Oya! Beba! Beba! “Hwis!” “Kawangware mbao!” Beba mmoja wewe! Bado wanne Ijae! (Only to find you’re the only passenger. I have fallen for this.)
What is your purpose? I can hear you say; to make a difference or to make money. But I will ignore your thoughts for now.
A few days ago, my dad and I had a chance to catch up on a cup of coffee in the city. It had been 2 weeks since I last traveled to the village (rural areas where roads registers unknown in uber apps) so it is not a surprise when I say we had so much to catch up on. I’m at a point where dad can talk to me freely about anything from business idea, a ka buroti (piece of land) he is trying to acquire at an over- priced area in Kamuru Joska or any family matter without being treated like I am child anymore, that my mother would whoop my behind like she was playing a drum!
On this particular day, we had a terse and sober discussion, which mainly focused on some of business idea I have shared with him on numerous occasion and my purpose in life, notwithstanding my many what ifs.
Deeply rooted in our conversation, we walked out of a coffee house located along Mama Ngina Street, walking down towards City Hall where he had parked. He stopped me in the middle of the street, and asked what time it was. “5 o’clock.” I responded “Turn around.” He said. At this point I’m wondering, whom have you seen? Do I need to run or churn? But then again, a girl with her father is as fearless. So I turned back facing Hilton Hotel.
What do you see? He asked.
Hmmh! Should I be looking at something in particular or? I mumbled.
Struggling to draw level with his story, in a perspicuous statement he explained to me how people miss or lose their purpose in life. In brisked paces – everyone was facing the same direction to the bus stop, then home he assumed. Work, home then work (probably, thinking about how they will report to work the following day. This is not meant in any way to be interpreted they have not found their purpose.) It was such a queer scene that didn’t really tickle my fancy right then. It is like a “remote controlled” life. Such a rare occurrence for me, because, just like most of you, (maybe not) have “glorified” eight to five! To mean that I leave my house, somewhere along Mombasa road early in the morning, and then at 5 o’clock on the dot I’m out.
Have I found my purpose yet? Have you? It is not easy, that much I can tell you. According to the American Heritage Dictionary, “purpose” is defined as: the object toward which one strives or for which something exists; an aim or a goal.
Purpose in life is the intended result of our focus, determination, and intention. It is the entire point of our existence.
Without purpose, what’s the point of getting up every day? Making money or to make a difference is not a purpose. Yes, you can make a difference but in What? How? – be specific and put a name on it. Life shouldn’t be just about growing-up, getting a job, taking a few vacations, retiring, and dying, should it? That is not the reason we are here on earth. I believe that we are each on earth for a special purpose, which is up to us to name.
As long as your purpose fills you with passion, it can be simple and safe or grandiose and daring. Without a clearly defining our purpose, we are just a haphazard combination of goals and non-goals and actions and non-actions meandering through space and time. If you don’t know what’s yours is already, not to worry.Take time right now to define it.
Adam Leipzig talk on Tedx Talk is a good start. Click on the link below. Good luck.