I don't think I was put on this earth for a special reason or purpose. But it appears I might have been saved for one.

I've mused with ideas that it might be to save someone else, to someday have a conversation with someone that has some relevance to their life and it's grander purpose than my own. I've mused with the idea that maybe not through my own conversation, but something I write or something I do in my life does something that makes something to somebody.

But I'd by lying if I said I actually knew, or that I am certain that I ever will. 

I've had the passing thought that I was saved so I can keep existing, but that feels too selfish.

I've considered that maybe it is my endurance in spite of pain that makes a point for something bigger than myself.

But I can't say I know why what happened did. 

But it is the blessing of a lifetime. I can't waste it.