b e h n d i n g

what if instead of finding our purpose in life, we seek to create it?  we talk about discovering life’s grand plan for us like it’s a missing shoe when it might not even exist.  whether you believe that plan is supernaturally ordained or an organic phenomenon, aren’t you taught to reify the concept, to internalize that it actually exists and lies within your grasp?  what if purpose is just an inflated balloon that bursts and reveals its nothing but air-ness at the prick of a needle?  i’m frustrated with myself for envisioning a notion of a higher plane for living, this supposed calling for my life, without seriously questioning the supposition that it in fact exists.  It could very well be one of Christianity’s biggest shams.