“What Was I Doing Again?”

I’m sure you can recall a moment when you would walk into your living room and blurt out, “why did I come in here again?”

Although it may take a few trips from room-to-room to figure out what you are missing, there is still an “oh yeah!” moment that arises. We all encounter situations that leave us questioning our initial purpose. No matter if it involves you picking another profession after college or finding another career after retirement.

Marriage, parenthood, careers can have a person running in lanes that they never intended on competing in.

My mother and I have a lot of things in common. For instance, we are both writers and we both grew up wanting to be Hollywood stars. As my siblings and I got older my mother became more drawn into Corporate America rather than in freelance writing.

She went to college for journalism but was not able to follow through with that plan. I am now in my senior year of college and I am an aspiring writer and journalist. I believe some dreams are passed down through generations. Because she knows better she was able to guide me to a dream that both of us still share and that I plan on fulfilling. 

We are all interconnected as a human race as well as with nature. We share an ultimate purpose and when we lose that link as mankind then we lose sight of our destination. People are placed in our lives at certain times and in certain places for a reason. What we have to remember is that people make the world go ‘round. Our purpose is to help the next person grow as we continue to grow.

Success is something else that can attribute to an individual losing their focus. Success is life’s pivotal idol because every person wish to reach it some point in their lifetime. Achievement is praised, recognized and in some cases respected.

Life is not all about achievement. My mother is currently home going through renal failure. Three years ago she was putting on a suite and driving her BMW 2-seater every morning to work. She is now an at-home wife with adult-children and her purpose has suddenly shifted. Instead of being super-mom who comes to everyone’s rescue, she now needs us to fight on her side. As difficult as it is to adjust at times, I recognize this as a transitional period.

In the midst of our transition, however, goals are still being met. Although she is battling her illnesses, my mother continues to write and now that I am at an older age she brainstorm book ideas with me. We are put on Earth to conquer and to make a difference, work together and towards something that will never be forgotten. Dreams that are solely carried and accomplished rarely become legacies. 

-De'Laurenz