When I was little, I had a dream that changed my life. By dream, I mean those night time dreams you have when you are sleeping. Yes, a simple, innocent childhood dream changed my life.
In this dream, I was standing outside on my driveway. It was a bright sunny day. This lady appeared on my driveway. Her name was Monica. She had a white flowing dress on and a sun hat. She was beautiful. When I looked at her, I realized something. I had found my purpose. She didn't say anything to me(or at least not that I remember) but that didn't matter. Just looking at her made me discover a purpose for my life. How? I just knew. I can't explain it.
It's foolish. It's embarrassing how many times I've cried over this, how many times I dream about this purpose that I know was meant for me. Because no matter how much or how hard I pray, I can never achieve that purpose.
And what's the point of living if I have no purpose?
In this dream, I was standing outside on my driveway. It was a bright sunny day. This lady appeared on my driveway. Her name was Monica. She had a white flowing dress on and a sun hat. She was beautiful. When I looked at her, I realized something. I had found my purpose. She didn't say anything to me(or at least not that I remember) but that didn't matter. Just looking at her made me discover a purpose for my life. How? I just knew. I can't explain it.
It's foolish. It's embarrassing how many times I've cried over this, how many times I dream about this purpose that I know was meant for me. Because no matter how much or how hard I pray, I can never achieve that purpose.
And what's the point of living if I have no purpose?