Soul's
Assignment
“My
mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so
with some passion, some compassion, some humor and some style.”
Maya
Angelou
It's interesting how
one's mission in life changes over time and with the stacking up of
decades. As a young person, I wanted to change the world by doing
things that benefited people with disabilities. I thought I could do
that single handed. As is true for many young people, I did not know
the world's ways, and had lots of grandiose notions. Thank God
for that, because some young people do end up changing the world. If
they doubted themselves, it simply wouldn't happen.
If asked the question,
“What is your mission in life?” how would you answer? One way to
recognize it is to ask yourself, “what do I really love to do—what
am I especially good at.” It may have nothing to do with the way
you make a living—life's work is heart work; it has more to do with
love than money. We all have a mission, whether we recognize it or
not. Some of us believe our life's work is determined—and agreed
to—before our soul becomes a human being. Think about it—we have
billions of cells, and all of those cells have intelligence embedded
in the genetic material. Some genes turn on, and some do not. What
determines that? Two identical twins—two individuals who began life
as one single cell—who have the same parents, the same
developmental environment, often grow up to be two distinctly
different people with different passions, personalities, capacities
and life trajectories. Does our life's purpose determine which genes
are activated?
As for me, I'm still
trying to change the world—thankfully, I have recognized that I
can't do it alone, and it won't happen fast. Somebody stuck a
pin in that particular delusion. Realizing that your life's work will
not result in change in your lifetime does not mean you can stop, however. I
could, I suppose, go float on a raft in the Caribbean, and sip
mint-juleps all day—actually that sounds pretty good—but it would
mean that I get another go-round here on the blue planet. Because,
you see, the work belongs to the soul—it is the soul's assignment,
and the soul is eternal. Ah, well, just keep plugging away.
In the Spirit,
Jane
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