Reblogged: MissionPosted: July 9, 2013 Filed under: Deep ponderings | Tags: stand for something, wisdom 2 Comments
This is from the excellent blog by laidnyc. It’s powerful and so I’m reblogging it almost verbatim. I’ve tweaked it just slightly for the context and accessibility I strive to create, which is part of MY mission. But definitely read his blog entry, to get his intended impact.
Repeat After Me – by laidnyc
I have a mission. My mission is my priority. My mission is my purpose.
Nobody can tell me what my mission is. I need to find it for myself.
My mission means more to me than a wife or a girlfriend. I would rather succeed in my mission than in a relationship.
I do not derive self-esteem and validation from external sources. I derive self-esteem and validation from how successful I am in my mission.
Money is not my main desire, but I will get money if I live my mission.
Love is not my main desire, but I will get love if I live my mission.
Status is not my main desire, but I will get status if I live my mission.
My mission uses my natural aptitudes. My mission makes my strengths stronger.
My mission may be something that my family and friends and society approve of, but it doesn’t have to be.
My mission may help people and bring joy to the world, but it doesn’t have to.
I am dependent on nobody else for pursuing my mission: only myself.
My mission will be hard work. If it is easy, it is not a worthwhile mission.
People may or may not see the hours I spend striving for my mission. That is because I am not doing it for them: I am doing it for me.
My mission may be my lifelong profession and my source of daily bread. Or my mission may end, and give way for a new mission to begin.
If I do not have a mission, finding one is my top priority. I am at my unhappiest when I do not have a mission. I know that striving for a mission and failing is better than having no mission at all.
I am a man on a mission. Accept that, or get out.
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