Why am I here?

Sometimes life whispers in my ear and I find myself wondering that age old question. What is the purpose?

Am I a figment of some creator's imagination, a simple biological creation, a demi-god here to create my own miracles, or something I have not even thought of yet?

I know some people grow up believing they are entitled while others feel they are worthless. I grew up believing I came from great people who had a right to live well and because of that I must serve others.

I have always liked the finer things in life, but I have also always felt called to volunteer, starting as a fourteen year old candy-striper at our local hospital and moving through a variety of jobs through the years.

I have been fortunate that money is only important to me for the things it will do to make my life nicer. I have also been fortunate to have someone in my life who provides the bulk of the money.

What is my purpose?

I think it is to love. Not enable, or spoil, or ruin, but learn to really love, to teach and give and receive those things that make life worth living.