Title: the meaning of life
Author: newtypeshadow

Some people are born with a feeling that their lives are important, that they have been blessed – or cursed – with a Greater Purpose than the majority of humankind. If the feeling is not counterfeit, introduced by an outside source or self-importance, than it is usually correct. These people have power and Purpose.

And then there are those like me who stand behind the curtain. We are the mothers and close friends of these important figures, these world-changers. We are the authors, actors, musicians, scientists and philosophers. We introduce them to the people, animals, ideas that these influential people are influenced and inspired by over a period of time. It is our ideas, our actions, that catalyze a volatile life at just the right instant to do something that changes things.

An action, an inaction. The explosion happens silently in a blessed mind, but catalysts can hear something even more ominous echoing like a thunderclap, a death knell in the dead of night. Catalyst souls can hear the resounding clicks of infinite locks to infinite doors to the future as all but one slams shut, leaving the world no choice but to cross the last remaining threshold and go on.

We who are catalysts don’t necessarily feel as though our lives have purpose. And then a year, maybe a month before, a week a day or an hour before, or perhaps even afterwards, we understand. This feeling niggling in the back of our minds, coiling in our stomachs, is trying to tell us something: we’ve served our purpose. We’ve changed something vital, and now...we’re done.