My grandfather, a content 85-year-old who is living life by his own terms, sent me a letter in the mail today. Inside was a passage from the bible. Now hold on, don't scatter at my mention of 'the book'. I am not one to preach about religion to others, I keep my opinions to myself as I often wish certain others would do.
The passage talked about each individual having a gift. Some are gifted to heal, some to write, and some have the gift of languages. On the side of the cut-out my grandfather posed the following question to me:
"Have you found your gift"
It hit me a little harder than I had expected. I think this was mostly because the answer is no. I do not yet know what I bring to this world. I'm still lost, trying to find myself, in what feels like never-ending darkness.
I think many people in their late teens up through the mid-twenties struggle with this. It's why colleges offer changes in major. You think you know what you want to do, then bam... your confused again. Everything sounds so good all the time, while nothing in particular seems to fit just right. Lost in the tumble we try grabbing onto the first thing that seems sturdy.
My grandfather managed to single-handedly highlight one of the biggest burdening questions I have in my life. I'm in college, trying to 'find myself', not fail my classes, and meet new people all at once. Like I need another seemingly unanswerable question added to my pile.
Isn't that what grandfathers are for? You will find your gift when the time is right.
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