If you’ve ever grown up in a black religious household or any household for that matter then you probably are aware of the pressure to achieve and fulfill your purpose.
From a young age, I was inundated with euphemisms of unique I was and talented and destined for greatness. Everything that I did had to be top tier and one of the best performing. Being someone with ADHD it’s easy to see that I was masking and hyper-focusing on tasks to keep up the image of perfection. But when the mask broke and I could no longer maintain the image of perfection the compliments quickly turned to abuse from being called “useless”, a “disappointment” and other pretty words (thank you mother ) I felt like I was failing when in reality I was just living. I had some high highs and low lows just like every other human being and didn’t need the pressure to look for some specialness in me to have a respectable place in this world. If I live, breathe, and die then I have achieved greatness in my way.
I have no purpose, am not very talented and probably (definitely ) eat a little too much. I take everyday as is and sometimes I achieve something and most days I don’t. In fact many days I’m uninspired to leave my bed and get some work done. And in all this normalcy I’ve achieved extraordinary greatness by just living and existing. My place in this world isn’t determined by my productivity and achievements, it’s determined by my humanity. And honestly I enjoy this lack of purpose that I have in my life and the peace of mind that comes with it.