What’s it all for?!

I’ve asked myself this question more than once within the last two years. Coming out, or possibly still in, the pandemic I was dealing with an existential dread that seemed to be everywhere there’s air. Like mask or no mask, it was after me and within me causing a heaviness that I didn’t wish to carry. I cannot say with honesty that it’s gone but lighter at best. What really is it all for? Why live a life with purpose and passion when so many others are simply doing what they want. When climate change is still an issue no one seems to do anything about. When poverty and systemic oppression are sadly still in style. I-really-can’t answer that question generally. But, personally, when asked what’s it all for- I’d say for living. It’s for a lived experience. One where I make the rules but not all of them. Where I can be passionate about things but also mindful of the day to day struggles. A life that can still be filled with joy amidst the war and tragedy- somehow. 

I can make better of the generational wounds within my family by correcting my behaviors. I can aid in the struggles between Black and Brown folks by getting acquainted with my Latino neighbors and accept their invitations to family gatherings. I can continue to swing my hips and step my feet to their music that fills the block. I can still delight in the natural beauty of the beach and make sure to pick up stray trash or at least throw away my own. I can pray over the water and the world as the salty ocean waters brush my feet. And at most, I can do my very best to fulfill the dreams that live within every inch of my being.

Regardless of what occurs, it is important to fight to find the joy and purpose in living and in being. Despite anything, it is there. It is up to us to find it and nurture it- for our own sake.

Now that I’ve shared, I ask you. What’s it all for?