Most of the 49 years that I’ve lived on this cosmic rock have been spent searching for what I was born to do. My raison d’être. Lately, I have come to realize that it is preposterous to believe that there is a single thing, above all others, that I was put on this earth to do. Indeed, the world of possibilities is far too great to resign myself to having only one calling.
For example, I’ve been tempted to proclaim at times that I was born to be a stay-at-home dad, a primary school teacher, and a professional writer. In the last few months, I’ve felt strongly that my purpose in life is to be a grandparent. What if I was born to be all of those things? What if I was born to be none of them?
What if I was born to be much more?
Why do we human beings obsess over discovering our one true calling? We say to one another, “This is what I was born to do,” but can it possibly be true that each of us was born to fulfill just one predestined purpose?
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