Qu'est-ce que c'est mon purpose dans la vie? (What is my purpose in life?)
It was the big question on Joe's mind as he lay awake early one crisp autumn morning. What was he put in this world to do?
Well, firstly, there was his boxing career, but like, that clearly wasn't the most successful path someone could take. Sure, it made hin happy, and it supported his family, but there has to be more than just that.
He remembered that sometimes in his teenage years, his mother would compliment his cooking, and occasionally said there were dishes that he could make better than her. Maybe he was put in this world to cook.
But then again, cooking was only a small part of every ordinary day. Maybe that's not it.
Ooh, maybe there was some untapped potential in him that he just hasn't found yet. He always thought he had the appearance of a painter, or a writer. Maybe he could give it a try.
He jumped a bit when the alarm clock began to ring. When he turned to shut it off, Katrina beat him to the punch and clicked the button for him. "Daddy, it's time to wake up."
As the two ate breakfast in the kitchen, Joe paid attention to Katrina's vibe. She didn't think much about what she was supposed to do with her life, she just...lived it. She took whatever the world threw at her and made the most of it.
Maybe that's it. Maybe Joe didn't need an ulterior reasoning for being here, in this space, in this time. Maybe he was born just to live.
He thought about this on the walk to school, until he snapped back into Alert Dad Mode when they arrived, and he knelt down to hug his daughter goodbye. "Bye bye, Daddy."
Yeah. This was good. He lived to punch, cook, think, and be a parent to the sweetest little girl anyone could ask for. And that's all he needed to continue living.
