Why Did God Make Me

Humans possess many talents—some run fast, others excel in academics, while some are born fighters. Society tells us that everyone has a unique gift, a purpose waiting to be discovered. From a young age, we’re taught to think about our future, to find that one passion that will shape the rest of our lives. For some, the path is clear, the dream vivid and unshakeable since childhood. But not everyone is so fortunate.

For me, the journey has been different—a restless search for meaning that never seems to end. I stand at the crossroads of uncertainty, haunted by questions that seem to have no answers. What was I born to do? What is my purpose? Am I even meant to have one? As I face a world where everyone around me appears to have direction, I’m left to wonder if I’ll ever find mine. In a society that thrives on labels and expectations, I find myself drifting—lost, searching, and questioning why I was created in the first place.

This is not just a story about finding purpose; it’s about the fear of never finding one. It’s about the quiet struggle of existing in a world where everyone seems to have their place, while you’re still searching for yours. And perhaps, buried within this journey of doubt, lies an answer I never expected