From the days of our youth we are constantly told that we have a purpose. Even those who choose to not believe in God the almighty have still figured out that life as a whole, is not pointless. Whether we think our purpose is to somehow actually have some dramatic effect in the world or if it is to merely effect only one individual at only one moment throughout their entire existence, there is a purpose. I find it is impossible that everyone does not at one point in their life question this theory of purpose. I find it simple to spend long durations of time just thinking "why is there a fly, or a rock?" but to keep matters simple I will limit the never ending thoughts of objects to only human beings.
I believe I can say without any doubt that every person has questioned if they have a purpose. Think about it, why me? What is the point of me sitting here and writing out my thoughts that others may never see, and those that do may never care. I think to be quite frank, it is just that though. "may never" but is there someone out there who will actually read this and find some kind of satisfaction or a life changing revelation? How about you? Why do you exist? This question so often rises in my mind when I speak with an individual without any form of common sense. I hate to sound judgmental or above anyone but honestly can you really say you have never questioned why those people you would call morons actually exist?
Anyways, off this tangent of you, me and morons and down to the real thing. Frequent in my life I wish I knew why my brother is the way he is. See my brother Matthew is three years older than me, but mind developed speaking, he is no older than two years old. Matthew Aaron Plasencia, born June 21, 1987 has had a purpose since the day my mother found out she was pregnant with him. This purpose though, seems to be hidden in doubt and maybe even anger or resentment. Not towards Matthew but I think towards God. While Matthew was in the womb, the "safe place" of an infant, he was choking on the umbilical cord losing oxygen causing permanent damage to his brain. Twenty three years later, our niece who is eighteen months old will soon surpass his ability to speak, use a restroom and to even tie a shoe. Why would this happen to not just Matthew but to any one? How can they live out their purpose when they do not have the ability to seek it? Is that it there? Do we lose our purpose in trying to ourselves define it as opposed to just living the way God designed us too knowing he has a purpose so just trust in him?
It is possible that throughout his life Matthew has never had a heartbreak. Our older brother Christopher had a son who passed away at only two years of age. Matthew didn't mourn his death, he didn't understand it. Not his fault in anyway. However through that treacherous experience, I finally saw that Matthew is the most faithful person I know. He has always been there, every funeral while I was crying, he was the comedy opening act for heaven. Matthew is my number one fan when it comes to my guitar, I can play anything, tuned or not, in or out of key and Matthew will clap and dance to it. When I miss a shot playing basketball, he doesn't care, he just gets the ball for me to try again. The faithfulness he shows to our family is the faithfulness I myself wish I can show to him. Looking at it more deeply, he is the spitting image of Jesus. While I try to avoid Matthew when I'm tired or when he is being loud and I tell him to "be quiet" the very minute I want a hug or a "high-five" he gives it to me. When I find it necessary to laugh I know I can spend five minutes with him and he will give me my fix. That in itself is how i want to be to others. Matthew inspires me to show others kindness when they want nothing to do with me. Matthew inspires me to look to God and not rely on my own strength because every morning Matthew looks to our mother or father to feed and clothe him. They have been doing that for him since day one of his life as God has been all we need from day one of ours. Inspiration. That is only one part of Matthew's purpose. That is only how his life effects mine. I think in pure honesty, Matthew has a purpose that is bigger than my own. At least in my eyes, I know God loves us all the same and shows no favoritism but in this moment of getting my thoughts on paper about Matthew, he has already touched me deeper than I have touched myself in my short twenty years of life. Matthew has touched me more deeply than I have touched others. Yet Matthew was born handicapped and doesn't know that he has a purpose and to me, his purpose is to inspire.
