I found something I wrote in 2006, time hasn’t changed my thoughts on the matter…apart from the ‘single’ bit.
What is it that we should do?
Can we carry on without a hint or clue?
Our purpose in life we might not know
But I damned if I don’t dig into this snow
Seeing all the city boys walking past
I smile to myself not knowing if I’ll last
The bustle of taxis and mumble of trains
I’m counting the pixies, whistles and chains
Oh God, What is it that I should do?
Tread the boards or fix people with glue?
Our purpose can be covered with certain desire
Of respect, of status or approved by the friar
Watching all those amongst us here today
When shall my heart change thoughts to obey?
Through the montage of manners and childhood roles
To the passage of scripture, keep walking on coals
What is this purpose in our life?
To be single, to marry, to be somebody’s wife?
To adopt, give birth or nurture other angels?
Or simply to focus on food testing bagels?
No, I’m stuck to find it you see
I’ve done all I ever wanted since 2003
The premieres, the parties, the plays, the partners
I’m troubled to seek it written on Holy charters
Surely on there, the answer will be
Whether I marry or perhaps live in a tree?
Father believed I’d be single til I die
I’m starting to believe his prediction no lie
Regardless of love, we want that purpose
That legacy, the eulogy and depth to our surface
But this is all part of His sharpened point
And of course through prayer I’ve bust a joint
Finding the purpose is part of the adventure
And yes, I believe it to be my core, my centre
For there is each a purpose in our lives
Please note, it’s more than the footballer’s wives’
The purpose is to find that ultimate notion
That your life helped someone in this giant ocean
The purpose is the ultimate. The grand finale
We should strive to find it, so down your skinny latte
Forget the agendas, forget materials and such
This is your life – Still accounting to not much?
Then look at your actions, this isn’t a game
Fight for your brothers, remember your parents’ name.
It does take patience, wit and thought
But avoid self-indulgence, you have been taught
After the cars, the children and your houses
Think of your funeral, your friends and your spouses
Will the service hold wisdom, laughter and pain?
Or will no one show up because of the rain?
Think of your life as an adventure for purpose
Chase no more your own, just dig through that surface.