I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year, even though I have school now. And I am finding that finally buckling down and getting to work writing the fantasy novel I've had in my head since around 5th grade has some therapeutic value. I have nearly 7000words right now. While I'm still behind, according the the NaNoWriMo site, I'm not too far off. I'm finding that writing this story is easy. i have it all in my head. i just have to figure out how to say it. but at least i am finally getting the basic story recorded somewhere other than my brain, and maybe i can work on it more later. Even if all i do with it is share it with friends or something. i like it. i like writing.
Also, I need to write myself a note about helping people. Because that always seems to be what makes my life feel worthwhile. Getting to talk to someone, give them advice, help them out, or even just be someone that listens to them. I live for this kinda thing, apparently. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside when I know someone feels better about some issue because I helped them out.
There's a reason i'm going into the medical field, after all, rather than pursuing art. I like helping people. I like doing good things. i like making people smile.
So does life have a purpose? you bet it does. I just need to remember that helping people is mine, at least for now.
All my love,
Heather
There is no better reason to live than to help other people. Write it down lots of places where you will see it everyday and then do it. It is important to always remember that true help comes without expectation of a return. And don't forget basic human rules...others can't love you if you can't love yourself...you can't help others if you can't help yourself...give only what you can without compromising your own welfare. A sick doctor can't heal others.
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