Those seven words have driven me for the past decade. I never knew the answer in high school. I thought for sure it I would figure it out in college but I didn’t. Maybe when I hit the real world it would become clear. But it never did.
I only figured it out when I did three things:
1. I stopped moving long enough to ask myself where I was going.
2. I started searching — really looking — for something that was different than the path I was on.
3. I got clear about who I was. Not who I was as in a tall, goofy sports fan who loves basketball, his family, and bacon (not in that order). I mean really who I am, as in what I really care about, what I do best, where I most thrive, and why I do what I do. That last one is key.
I recently read a quote in “Man’s Search for Meaning” by Viktor Frankl that hit me to the core:
“This uniqueness and singleness which distinguishes each individual and gives a meaning to his existence has a bearing on creative work as much as it does on human love. When the impossibility of replacing a person is realized, it allows the responsibility which a man has for his existence and its continuance to appear in all its magnitude. A man who becomes conscious of the responsibility he bears toward a human being who affectionately waits for him, or to an unfinished work, will never be able to throw away his life. He knows the ‘why’ for his existence, and will be able to bear almost any ‘how.'”
If I know the “why” for my existence, I can bear almost any other thing. So I stopped long enough to figure it out. Here is is:
I exist to show people the best in who they are and how to actualize their potential.
Hi! I'm Dustin.
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