I Just finished watching “It’s a Wonderful Life” for at least the 100th time. I love that movie. When the whole town is singing “Auld Lang Syne” and throwing money at George, I blubber every time. Can you imagine what it would be like to see a world in which you’d never been born? Quite a gift, if you’re lucky. Not so much if that life looks the same, or worse, better
than if you were in it. I admit I find it hard to imagine the difference my small existence makes in the grand scheme of things. That’s not self-pity, or feelings of worthlessness talking. Whispering, muttering, talking under their breath, maybe. I’ve made no grand contributions to mankind, to art, to science, to the welfare of others. I have borne no children to carry on. I am no George Bailey. I suppose it’s worth reminding myself that even George Bailey was no George Bailey before Clarence came along and showed him just how George Bailey he really was. The point is, everyone is someone, however great or small their contributions , just by virtue of being alive. Everyone is here on this earth for a reason. Or so I’ve heard. Ya know. From Oprah. I’ll admit. I’m still not sure what I’m supposed to be doing here. Is THAT self-pity? Probably. Granted, if I weren’t here, I would never have met my sister-in-law in college, she would never have met my brother, and three of the most remarkable, beautiful, talented young women would never have been born. And maybe my purpose is to create jewelry, to write, to let whoever is wearing something, or reading this know that if they feel alone, and a little unimportant, and they can’t find their purpose, that maybe it doesn’t matter. What matters is that there is a purpose. And we’ll figure it out when we’re good and ready.

Woman Praying
carynjune