I Wanted To Change The World
By Unknown Monk, 1100 A.D.
When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world.
I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation.
When I found I couldn’t change the nation, I began to focus on my town. I couldn’t change the town and as an older man, I tried to change my family.
Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself, and suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself, I could have made an impact on my family. My family and I could have made an impact on our town. Their impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world.
I don’t understand. We have to have a greater life purpose. What is it with goals? They just make my life go by faster cause I can’t wait to get to the next one or set a harder one. They make me envious of others. Make me competitive. Meh. We have to have a purpose to compare our actions, our goals, our thoughts against. I wonder if I would feel comfortable being like Al Gore? Dedicating my life to global warming. That must feel good. Â I think of movies first, actually. Movies like Slumdog Millionare that make a difference. That bring awareness to issues that often remains unspoken, in the shadows, or just not a part of average western awareness. Those are the kinds of movies, the kind of creations that inspire me. How does this relate to purpose. I don’t know. Do I make it my life purpose to make a movie that can have the impact that Slumdog does? No, don’t think so. But maybe. Perhaps it’s like work. Just do _something_ and from that you will learn. Pick a purpose. Run with that to your heart’s content. Be bold with that purpose. Be strong. And should that quest, that journey, that life mission lead you to a new purpose that may seem a better fit for you, go for it. Adjust your focus and never look back. Be bold and embrace your cause once again. …is this how we lead a life of meaning? Perhaps this is just like a game. Making life a game to be played. Creating finish lines andÂ obstaclesÂ on our way. What is a purpose?
When I think about this I just think about my family. Perhaps what I need to do is forget all this and just go to them. Position myself where I can just be near them all. I don’t know. …
Posted from my iPhone at 2am.
Edit: inserted poem.