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Quite a few people believe that each of us is here on earth to do something. Each of us has our purpose. It's probably something you're really good at, that ends up making the world a better place in some way. Perhaps it's not just one event, or one talent that you have, but a combination of things you do and say, and just the person that you are and the impacts you have on the lives of others. In theory, doing this will also make you content, because each person supposedly has this burning need to feel like they've done something positive.

But what do you do if you're pretty sure you've found your purpose. . . you've found what you can do with all the gifts you've been given, and it does indeed bring most people around you joy and happiness, but often leaves you with pain, pent-up frustration, and a strange, un-nameable emptiness? Have you been totally misled as to what your path is, even though all concievable signs seem to point in that direction, or is it possible that this is just the cost of being you? And if it was. . . if you did get that consolation that you are a wonderful person who makes the world better no matter how much doing so hurts sometimes, even if that consolation seemed, on a fairly regular basis, pale in comparison to what you were often denied, would you keep doing it? Would you decide, at the end of the day, it was all worth it? Would you just plain give up on certain things until the day they showed up themselves, even if that day never arrived, and just say "Well, this is who I am. . . might as well enjoy the little I got" or would you keep searching for the "real you," whether he/she was right in front of you or not?

Hypothetically speaking, of course. . .