"A person's life purpose is nothing more than to rediscover,
through the detours of art or love or passionate work,
those one or two images in the presence of which his
heart first opened."
Albert Camus
Our lives are much more cluttered and fast paced than the days of old. So it may be more challenging to sift back through years of debris to determine the first time a certain emotion was experienced. For a struggling new born, it may be a passion for life. For a child left behind it may be a search for a sense of family and belonging. The high schooler who was ostracized may spend his life searching for an identity that others would accept. The college professor with all the letters behind his or her name may spend the remainder of life trying to prove his knowledge.
If we feel emotionally isolated masquerading as the happiest woman alive, the clashing belief system will charge a fee. A young man denounced by family for his gift may hide it for years to come until a passageway is discovered for him to escape into his true identity.
The first time I experienced joy will stand out in my mind forever. A dear friend was up for an award and we both knew the odds of her being the winner were slim. My mind was reeling with things to uplift her, but there it was .... she had won .... and this golden mist streamed out of my heart, body, and soul. It sparkled and was pure. This moment had absolutely nothing to do with me, and therefore it was totally experiencing an emotion, joy for some one else.
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