Why is it so important to figure out what our purpose is? Is it so we just head in it’s direction without looking at what the rest of the world has to offer? What if from the beginning I thought that my purpose was to be a dancer. I wonder if I would have ever stopped to write or travel, or be the the crutch for someone in need. Maybe not knowing is a blessing in disguise that at first seems to cloud the mind with confusion but ends up opening a world of possibilities. In the end, our purpose is not just to be a mother, or an architect, or volunteer for a worthy cause. It is to realize that our essence of being alive allows us to be all that and more, to be able to be a part of something bigger than ourselves. Aside from every culture, language, religion, skin color, we are tied to a common bond that connects our very own existence. We are children of the Universe (whom I call God), given the present of living for today.