Some mornings do more to you than just rouse you. They awaken you with inspiration.
When such a wave of inspiration hits a homemaker and a mother like me, (surprisingly I do find the time to get hit once in a while), I feel inspired to contemplate, to understand the dynamics of my existence. I wonder about my purpose here on earth. Could it be finite to raising my kids and caring for my family? Period. As much as I respect and enjoy this job, a part of me still craves for other accomplishments.
Profound people on a higher tangent of thought say the purpose of life is to reach our inner pure self. Though I comprehend this wisdom, I am not evolved enough to choose it as my purpose yet. However, I am a spiritually inclined person who is trying to replace the subtle and apparent negativity in and around me with positive, accepting and compassionate vibes. My success rate isn’t high so far but I am happy to be trying.
Ironically for the slightest spiritual exhilaration, human experience is a precursor. Human endeavours and interactions alone give you the opportunity to experience your soulful intrinsic bliss. It is for these endeavours and interactions that I am longing for to complete myself.
I wish to be lost in my thoughts and string them into beautiful phrases, I dream of plating exotic creative mouthfuls at my own cafe, I wish to dig deep in mud with tender saplings and then dance amidst my blooming field, I long to travel this world unabated and drink from its wild beauty. Alas, I am here wondering when my kids will grow up and I shall be able to plunge into my other selves. But I am concerned that by that time I will be too grown up too…
It is these longings and concerns which make me question the purpose of my life. I am leading a very good and comfortable life, where I am much loved and needed and where I am trying to be more and more loving but I tend to ask myself is it enough? It dawns on me that it is in the indulgence of my other accomplishments and through it that I wish to find my inner self.
This realization is a blossom of my existence and I call it my “Morning Glory”.