We often hear people refer to their calling in life. We hear it all the time. But it makes you wonder; do most people answer their life’s call? That’s a very good question. What is a calling, anyway? Is it the universe speaking to us, urging us to manifest some sort of predetermined destiny that’s been implanted in us since birth? Is it a role or function or purpose that we were meant to play based on economic or social circumstances? Or is it just something that we’ve always wanted to be, a profession or purpose that we’ve always admired or yearned to achieve or accomplish? Is it developed, learned, or are we just born with it? I like to think that it’s a fair combination of all of the above. I like to think we’re all gifted a purpose in life; that certain elements of our lives are somewhat predetermined, that certain aspects are supposed to be fulfilled. They’re meant to be accomplished.
I enjoy hearing people discuss their life’s calling, because they vary so much, and it’s a pleasure to hear people relate their life’s joys. It’s fun to banter about life’s differing purposes. It’s fun to chat about our own little personal meanings within the whole sphere, and to see someone’s face light up when they discover their own life’s purpose.
We hear it all the time, people discussing their various callings, and it’s something to take notice about. We all have something within us; a skill, a passion, a drive, a function that far outweighs the others. Maybe you’ve always loved music, or painting, or acting, for example. The pursuit of any one of them is your calling. But the question still begs, how many of us heed that call?
It’s easy to rot away in a cubicle or warehouse. It’s easy to bury your calling under phone calls and meetings and reports and all of the other numerous responsibilities that life provides. But it is also a responsibility to not only discover, but to cultivate whatever it is you feel that you were ‘born’ to do. No matter what it is. We all have gifts and talents and passions just waiting to be discovered, if they haven’t been uncovered already. Whatever those motivations may be, we need to discover them. Take a class. Network. Do whatever it is that you need to do. We all have a purpose, a reason…a calling. We owe it to ourselves to fulfill it, no matter the cost. The question is, will we choose to answer it?
I understand you,
but I won’t believe you-
and though I will listen,
I’ll refuse to hear you-
my goals flow wild and ravenous,
hungry like a tempestuous river overflowing its
my truths are written in starlight,
penned long before my eyes first
sparkled under their audacious glow-
I cannot listen to the sour notes of naysayers,
steeped in doubt,
or the words of those without the sinew to retain
the weight of their objectives,
or the honesty of their ambition…
I believe in the certainty of natural truths-
in the verity of star notes-
the universal paths that we were born into-
the truth beyond the sunrise,
and the explanation behind the origin–
what we’ve been called to do,
what the dust whispered into our ears at birth,
in the language that only children seem to understand,
a tongue that we rediscover only when our purpose has been found,
our destination recovered-
we become fluent then-
and it is then that we should begin to hear-
it is then that we will need to believe*