What Is The Point Of Me? - my ongoing question
(it's all about perspective)
By Sherry Taveras
As I turn another year around the sun today, I reflect on the enduring question I’ve grappled with throughout my life: What is my gift and offering to the world? Others seem to have it all figured out so beautifully.
I’m a quiet person navigating a loud world, feeling the pressure to be seen and heard. Yet, I’m conflicted. Most of the time, I crave solitude, but I also want to share myself gently. I yearn to touch someone’s heart, to know that something I’ve offered has made a difference.
I’ve always been a quiet observer, surrounded by larger-than-life friends and family who seem so comfortable in their extroversion. And it's a beautiful thing to witness.
So, what is the point of me amidst it all?
I find comfort in solitude, not in the chaos of a crowd. For a long time, I felt wrong for being this way, wondering if this is how one truly enjoys life—on the edge, moving fast and furiously. How do I stay soft amidst all the madness?
What is the point of me in all of this?
Perhaps that is the point: I’m like a turtle, moving at my own pace, seemingly insignificant. I peek out from my protective shell to share, connect, and participate in the beautiful chaos around me. I walk slowly to savor the beauty of a flower or the refreshing dip of a lake. Quiet.
Gifting quietly.
Through my writing, I offer myself in hopes of connecting with others, unraveling the mysteries of my self, and saving my own life while perhaps saving someone else’s through the understanding that we are not alone in this vast “see me, show-and-tell” world.
This is not a sad, "woe is me" story. It’s an ongoing journey of questioning and searching, always asking:
What is the point of me? It’s in the asking, the discovering, the rediscovering, the unveiling and revealing. Some do it out there on the edge, and others, like me, quietly. There is a purpose in both.
So…
Happy birthday to everyone born today and every day. You were born, and that’s the point.
Love S. ❤️
By Sherry Taveras ©️
What came up for me? The universe is always made of paradoxes, and opposites...2 sides of a pendulum swinging from one end to the other.
The grass is greener on the other side - was formed because there's pros and cons of whoever we are.
For example I used to think I'm an extrovert. Still sort of am. But it's folks like you who remind me the purity of silence. Of stillness. Of observation. Of processing.
Over time because of friends like you, I've slowly let go of my need of being the loudest voice in the room... because it was serving no one but my ego. Yes, it still comes up from time to time for sure! But the most beautiful part? You act as reminders!
In the same way...I have tried to get my introverted, silent friends out to experience new experiences they'd never had had before! It could even be to encourage them to occupy more space.
What we often forget is introverts aren't meek, neither are extroverts the most confident ones. We're all working through, accepting and loving who we are isn't it?
You were born, that's the point. Nailed it!