to be me...long story...lol

The voices told me...with pictures too.That was thoughtful of them
Pictorial representation aids the message more.

Some times
well most the time
it seems to me
the voices plural
say sleep is your purpose.
Why couldnt they say play guitar or sell insurance
or work at the gas staion.

Search your heart. What drives you? What gets your positive emotions going full throttle? What makes you happier than anything in life? Mine is making someone elses day a little brighter. Making them smile, makign them stop crying for just a little while.

I belive whatever you are doing is your purpose, what you choose to do is what you are meant to do.

You are Matt, Pluck is Pluck and I am me.

I used to always wonder what am I here for and who am I. No one is going to stop in the street and tell you LOL so get busy being you and doing what you do!!!! :))JR

Thank you, Matt! I was wondering what to DO With myself today...(avitar appropros)

I have been on meds conistantly for over a year now. Had some ups and down lost insurance got it back.
But Its like I came out of a fog.
A fog that was my whole life.
I knew somethin was wrong with me so I never really tried.
I feel like I am getting growing pains os somethin.
what I am doing now isnt me that s the confusing part.
Muat be mans mid life cissis
I go buy a corvette
lol

Should read

Must be going through a mid life crissis
I think I will buy a corvette lol

I recognize that stage, Matt; and while the "corvette" is a cute plan, I know that the Real Matt may be likely to do things that will Still come back to haunt him later.

I was like you; then off again; then on; then off; etc, etc for Years. The stabilization will make sure you are Never "who you were" in the fog, but doesn't mean you will stay as you are now.

I Loved that time of my life - I found focus and got a Lot of Major stuff done!

You can, too! :)

The more I try to figure it out, the more confused I get. I'm 46 now, so I think, I'll just coast from here on down.
Screw it.

The way I look at it we were born. It was a carbon based reaction when our parents had sex. If you think about that , its quite the lottery win... to be alive. Unfortunately when we came through the winners hoot we werent all perfect. Genetics unfortunately are involved and so.. we get what we get. Now whether there is a purpose to that life or not is irrelevant really. The only real choice is to try to take this ride youve been given and make it work for you as much as you can, Have some fun, live up the live youve been given and dont waste any more then you have to. This life i have.Is mine. And this imperfect body? can still help involve me in tons of extrordinary life experiences while i have the benefit of life. Is ther a good. bad choice to be made> Probably. Most people are one or the other. I choose to live my life the way i feel good about myself. Everything else is optional. So my purpose? To squeeze as much life into the time I have, and to do it in a way I can feel good about me. Thats as close to profound as I get.

I think our purpose in life is to "love one another." I know it has nothing to do with an occupation. Whenever I am unemployed whether by choice or not, I pray for the direction God wants me to go and I always have found my way. I realize this is a "touchy" subject for many, but it works for me. I have always
treated my co-workers as friends and this last time
I got a job through a lot
of good recomendations of
former co-workers who now
work where I do. I think
it is illegal for employers
to ask people for recomendations that are not
put down on your application
by you, but they do it all the time. This time it worked in my favor.

My purpose is to be the best "Me" I can be. It changes from day to day, week to week, year to year. My purpose is different with each year my kids grow older. But ultimately, my purpose is to seek the best "me" and shar it with whoever I come in contact with.

I am wondering this as we speak... an excerpt from today's journal...

"Misery loves company" is what "they" say. Is it my lot to join her, to ease her plight? As her bitter essence slowly excapes, agony seeps from her flesh...tears fall from her jaded eyes, both, staining her scarred existence. And as she overflows, seeking a new host in which to be contained, I feel the sticky warmth of her turmoil, and am all too fearful that her destination is me.

Already I am leaking, unable to contain the mangled semblance of life within. I can serve Misery only as a broken vessel through which her surplus flows. And as it is as such that misery cannot be alone, she is angered. Feeling justified, she infuses my body with her wretchedness, further abscessing my soul...

She sought ME, her kindred spirit... sad and alone. Yet, in my pitiful existence, I have failed even her.

To answer, I guess I still don't know...

My purpose is to get my son to be the most kindest, caring, compassionate, funloving, happiest adult he can be. So that he has those tools to pass on to his kids. It has to start somewhere.