In a call the other day, the fellow was talking about not having a purpose aka a made-up concept to attach himself to.
You know, to give himself / his life some direction, some meaning, some much needed motivation.
Something he can create an identity around.
Something to make him feel more ‘like a man’.
Because being exactly who he is and following his natural movements on the daily isn’t enough.
There needs to be an add-on.
Something quantifiable.
Something more / other than this.
I told him I don’t have a purpose.
He said it’s different for men.
I found that amusing.
Mostly because he just put us both in a separate category based solely on physicality (ignoring the energy aka the truth which would completely disprove his point if we really were talking about the masculine and feminine) to explain why I’m fine not having a purpose and he’s not.
It’s not because I’m a woman.
It’s because I’m not attached to bullshit.
Regardless of gender, regardless of conditioning based on gender, an illusion is still an illusion.
Purpose (or lack of), like self-worth (or lack of), like value (or lack of), like countless other things that aren’t actually real, is just a human-made concept to attach to and create a story around.
Something to hold on to, to point to as the reason you feel the way you do, or do the things you do you think you should do.
Something to avoid being the living truth.
Which comes with no labels.
No terms.
No concepts.
No thing.
Your ‘purpose’ is to BE yourself,
unobstructed,
if there had to be a thing.
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