Our True Purpose In Life

The Red Rocks of Sedona

As I spoke to a very near and dear friend today we spoke of what we are here for. . .here on this earth. Do any of us really know? Sometimes we need to relax and let the path be shown to us. She and I both have searched, working on our metaphysical path the last few years trying to find where we belong in the world and I think the harder we try to find the answer perhaps the harder it is to find.

If you are lucky enough to feel as though you’ve found your place in life, how wonderful for you. Sometimes others need to lean back into life and just be to find their way. Life will present things to you when you are ready and not before. Happiness should be found moment by moment and realized and appreciated then. It is a state of mind not a thing. So if we can relax and realize we are right where we are supposed to be at all times and stop rushing around trying to make things happen they will happen when they’re supposed to.  Quiet time is good and meditation can help growth.

At times empaths and sensitives need solitude, one might not even realize that is why you need to be alone. I find I need alone time from the world, from the hectic hustle and bustle of traffic, negativity and noise. I get overstimulated from being around too much energy, be it positive like the red rocks of Sedona or negative like energy sapping people. While in Sedona, I actually can’t sleep I get so charged from the energy, it’s amazing. Energy sapping people just exhaust me and depress me so I need to get to my safe haven, home, where I can feel safe and recharge. There are times I know it is just safer staying home as it is a highly negative day out there.

I love to be around people and am happy to advise them when asked. People have always asked me for advice. That may be one of my missions in life to be someone to talk and listen to people. It is useful and makes both of us happy. So I will follow my heart, follow the way my path leads and just live, and my true purpose will come to me in it’s own time, my own time.

(C) Written by Evelyn Garone 3/2011