The banalities of Life

I stopped. A while ago. I don’t know how and I can’t remember when. But the drive to find “my purpose” left me on its own accord. I have finally settled. Not settled for. No, I have settled in. Into myself.

“The meaning of Life is just to be alive”~Alan Watts.

As I have always felt that way on some level, that instinctual knowingness itself, and the instinctual knowingness of me. Yet it allowed itself to get buried underneath all that that is being sold to each of us. To be a better “fill in the blank” here. All those things that we are told to be. The things we are told we should be or should do to gain a sense of purpose. The things we should do to feel accomplished or what it takes to become part of the contributors for the better of things. I have definitely come to question that. I was already born good. I was born without sin, so to say. I shouldn’t have a need for improvement. I should not allow myself to become corrupted though, nevertheless.

I have found that everything I was looking for is literally within me. I have also found that there is a divine design to my being here. If I should be doing anything, it should be to do everything I have considered banal or a distraction to finding “my purpose” , to the best of me. I don’t have to seek challenges or do things on a grand scheme. Challenges are brought to me daily in the banalities of my life. How do I handle myself in encountering those things that challenge me to become corrupted and tempt me to lose my innate goodness? That is the purpose of life to me. Giving grace to the banalities of life.