There are a lot of things happening in the world this morning. There are even more things happening in Boston.
I, like many of you, have a lot on my mind. Events like the Boston Marathon bombing make me consider things in a different way.
Since Monday, I’ve been thinking constantly about why I was put on this Earth, what I am meant to do with my unique skills, how I can help people in my life, and what my mark will be on this world.
I will admit that my musings in this area have changed considerably since I was a child. I used to think that I needed to be famous or cure a disease or save a life or write a book that millions of people would read.
This morning – as Boston police shut down the bustling city and search for a 19-year-old boy who has lost himself and likely is responsible for the murder and maiming of innocent people – I am thinking about how I can help on a much smaller scale.
I want to help people cherish their lives. Each moment we have here on Earth is precious. And while that can be hard to remember when a work deadline looms, bills are due, or your to-do list seems impossible, it’s important to remember that those bills are a gift. They are a gift of living a beautiful life in an honorable and privileged country.
I spent a long time reading Jess Lively’s post about purpose yesterday. Coupled with my reaction to the Boston tragedy, I am going to take some time to define my own purpose for both myself and how I can serve others in my life and on this blog. Humanity is too important not to be striving to enrich it at all times.
This morning, my heart and prayers are with those in Boston. And also with those who believe that the only way to affect change is through senseless violence, may their hearts be changed and their eyes opened.