Purpose in Life

[J a c k]

My purpose in life is to make myself happy. It sounds selfish, but I learned that others are hardly satisfied no matter what we do anyway. One day my kids will grow up and leave me, and if I make them my purpose in life, I won’t have a purpose when they leave. Instead,I make it a purpose to make me happy, and raising good humans makes me happy. Spending time with them, cooking for them, playing with them makes me happy. Going to poetry events makes me happy. Writing poetry is a happiness generator. Driving a few hours to find new spots and taste new stuff is joy. If something isn’t working towards that happiness factor, I do my best to remove it. When I’m old, I don’t want to regret wanting to do things and not doing them when I could. If I don’t want to do something, and not doing it makes me happy, I don’t do it.

My purpose is to live a plentiful and happy life. One that is satisfying. It’s why I rarely resist temptations unless they’re bad for my happiness. It’s why I’ve messed up quite a bit, but ultimately I enjoyed myself. I wasted too many years being oppressed. Life for me is meant to be experienced happily and I plan to indulge. Helping people makes me happy. Seeing people suffer and me not doing shit about it makes me sad. It’s why I’m a social worker. Being considerate makes me happy. Does that include being a good parent to my kids? Absolutely. Not being a good parent would make me miserable. Their happiness makes me extremely happy. Sometimes my decisions don’t make sense to others, but I know within that they’re making me happy. It’s why I take so long sometimes to make up my mind. Actually, I’m in the middle of some decision making, and my happiness is what’s confusing, so I gotta make sure.