On the first day of my college Biology class, the professor yelled over a class of about 200, "This is the Study of Life."
That clinched it for me. I majored in Biology.
My Humanities class changed me more than any other. I loved it
And then, I saw on the internet that some people regret their college majors. At the top of the list was "Life Sciences and the Humanities." What?!
Those classes stood me in good stead to be a writer. Although the study of life I prefer is not Kingdom, Phylum, Class, Order, Family, Genius, and species, it is the magic of being alive in all its idiosyncrasies and ideologies, and let's face it, grandeur and fun.
And probably the regret that some folks have with their major is the difficulty of finding a job in their field.
Have you ever thought about how you won the genetic lottery? Out of one egg and 250 million sperm, you got to be you. One sperm is different; whoops, your sister or brother got it.
So, here we are. Now, we wonder what to do. "Why are we here?" We ask. "What's my purpose?" I wrote a little story with that in mind.
I see that right now, Where Tigers Belch is available for free on Kindle Unlimited. (They choose when it is free. Otherwise, it costs $2.99.)
I revamped it and re-submitted it. It is titled Where Tigers Belch. That's where you find your purpose and reason for being.
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Pretend you are in a bookstore, and you pull Where Tigers Belch down from a shelf and begin to read:
Introduction
You might have read Paulo Coelho's book, The Alchemist, where a shepherd boy begins a quest to find a treasure and something he calls his" Personal legend."
Here is another quest as a young college student sets off into the jungle to find her purpose and reason for being. And she declared it would be where the tiger's belch that she would find it.
Have you ever had one of those days where you felt off? You were out of sorts, irritable, thinking nothing was going right? You were mad at the world and mad that things weren't going according to plan. You were angry that you aren't further along on your enlightenment trail, wondering what enlightenment is anyway.
You could search for years and never find that spot where the tiger belches, where you are calm and believe all's right with the world. It is the place where you feel invincible.
I understand the gap. Best to back off. Go into your hut, nap, stroke that baby cheetah on your bed, and listen to it purr. (I've heard that they have a purr like a lawnmower, and if they lick you, your skin will feel like it has been sanded.) Decide at that moment that you will be fresh tomorrow and not push it today.
Tomorrow I will take my backpack. I will add a few bottles of water and a couple of sandwiches and set off to find my destiny.
This is the purpose of Where the Tigers Belch. It is an investigation into finding our purpose and learning that we are magnificent beings on the road to greatness.
