Follows from 'What am I?'
I come to an ending to this series of reflections on the meaning of authentic being. It’s now that I find myself to this point in life where there appears to be hope, however dim, in the coming of a tomorrow. For, the final answer to the question of authentic being is intrinsically linked to the previous ones - one related to being, “Who am I?“; And the other, related to belonging, “What am I?”. However, unlike the other questions, where I could propose a few thoughts for reflection, the question of purpose may be unanswerable using neither faith nor reason.
For, why am I here? Why are we here? If I looked at life simply as a physical process, I would say that in life, we are born to suffer, perhaps reproduce, get old and sick, and, finally, die. But, then, we all wish to hope that death is not an end in itself. Even if we may not be aware of it, we are afraid of losing all we have in life. We fear losing our self. But, yet, we forget - I forget - that who we are today is something we owe to the world. Be it our physical bodies or our intellect and personality nourished by society and other human beings.
I admit that I feel the need to connect. The need to express who I am. The need to manifest who I am and what I believe in. Yet, beyond writing about this, I recognise that thoughts and good intentions lead nowhere if they are not followed by action and practice. Thus, the question about our purpose in life should include an awareness of our basic human limits and potential, the individual, historical and social contexts we find ourselves in and it depends on how much we are ready to recognise both these realities as impermanent. For, it’s in their relation to death that purpose is given a life of its own.
I know that I spent my life taking many things for granted. I have been on the verge of physical death one time before but, yet again, forgot as I once again I returned to a life of habit restricted in a particular world view. Not that this was a bad thing in itself. But, it involves a significant danger of making us forget who we are in this world. It feeds into what we may call, ‘the demon of pride’ where we (and perhaps those close to us) are the ones who really matter. The world, thus, revolves around us. In such a spirit, any act of charity or kindness we perform is most likely to be an act of pride and vanity. An act where we attempt to validate our inflated self-image. Even if we present ourselves to others as ‘victims’, there is that risk even then. Since, even then, there is a pride that justifies our irresponsibility and decision not to act.
Today, I chose to make a difficult decision. Even, as I write, I know it will be hard for many to understand. But, nonetheless, I know that I owe it to myself as a human being to serve, not as a slave, to serve others as they are, and remain, the reason for being who I am today. Of course, one of the ways I know how to reach out to others is through words and language. In addition, that my position as a disabled person in my society also imposes a degree of responsibility. However, it would be mistake for me to restrict my identity to a particular group in society for then, again, I would be excluding so many others and would lose an opportunity to grow and learn as a human being.
I have great respect for the many people who have influenced me in the past. Some who are still with me on this journey. Some, who sadly, died a time ago. Others, yet, I have never met but I grew to know from reading about their life. For, inasmuch as all I knew was only at the tip of their authentic self, I know that all these individuals have helped to sow the seeds of my being. I can never repay them enough for what they have given me is beyond all I can offer.
The purpose of my life, however, cannot be separate from an understanding of this relation with what I have called the ‘other’. For, as I stated so many times, it’s in this ‘other’ that I found myself. I feel that if I forget this, I risk forgetting something very important about life. I may not belief in an after-life, or maybe uncomfortable with talking about God, but this I understand. That, in each one of us, human beings we have a potential to build and a potential to destroy. However, I am not ready to go on living a life chasing an illusion that my life will go on forever. I’m not ready to persist in avoiding the fact that it is today and only today when I can act to change. And, it’s only today that I can express my gratitude and practice compassion to my fellow human beings.
Not because they believe the same things I do. Not because I regard them as similar to me. Not even because I love them and they treat me well. Not even because they love and respect me. But, simply because we are human beings.
And, about the purpose of your life?
I can’t answer that. But, I must tell you, that if you genuinely want to find the answer, you must be willing to face your self and your strengths and weaknesses with an honest mind. You must be willing to bow down to the
people who are around you - not in submission - but to show your respect. Ultimately, it’s about living a life where it doesn’t really matter when death comes for you, with all your human limitations, have tried to live to the full. And, even if you fail, the fact that you have tried is still an affirmation of our shared human spirit!
THE END OF SERIes!
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