“What’s your purpose?” That question had me flinching for a split second. It’s either I was lost with words, or had no idea how to articulate myself. Question that seemed as simple as plain rice haunted me for weeks. Who expects that kind of question coming up from a forty five minute conversation? What seemed short felt like forever.
There was a period when I woke up and cried during my early career. Working as a copywriter in an advertising bureau, I texted a friend who does social work in Eastern Indonesia. She built libraries for kids to the least fortunates areas to improve reading literacy. I told her someday I wanted to be like her: an agent of change. Yet somehow life is cruel. I have buried my will to that purpose a long time ago and decided to have a once in a lifetime career: a salaryman.
Every living being has a purpose. The bees pollinate flowers to bear its fruits. The animals eat those fruits, and spread the seeds throughout the forest. They also poop and fertilize the soils. Even shit has a purpose. Those living and non-living beings are made with purpose by design. Then what is the purpose of humans? Why does every human have a different purpose? Why cannot we align on one?
Perhaps by design, we are all just primal beings. Our instinct retroactively programmed us to survive in this wild, wild world. If my grandpa was shot by that ‘purpose’ question, my friend will get slapped right in his face. He is a fresh off the boat Chinese who came with nothing in his adolescence. His primal instincts kick-in: survive, reproduce, and repeat. Therefore, here I am.
“I am just floating around and see where life will take me.” I didn’t know if that answer electrified him. My view on purpose is kind of evolving over the years. People think purpose is something they drive on. Whilst it is a different story in my case. My life is guided by purpose, but I have not realized what the purpose would be and how tangible it is. If life is a boat in the vast ocean, my life has been guided by the stars up there.
I am a salaryman. He is an emerging artist. I wanted to change the world. He wants to change the world. He writes a book. I make PowerPoint slides. We were born on the same day and have a similar view on this world. However, my idealism went dormant, like a tree surviving through a harsh winter. It didn’t know if it would survive on the next one. My purpose has not withered away. It was staying dormant, low key, or whatever you name it to pass the winter.
The forty five minute conversation felt like warm, fresh air. The branches that were deemed dead start sprouting flowers. All happened in a sunny Rotterdam. At nine in the morning, in a forty five minute conversation. Finally this salaryman embraces his purpose, it’s no longer a dream.
16th of March 2025
09:02AM
at Ripsnorter Coffee Roasters