Many people struggle with finding purpose at some time in their lives. I found this question prodding at me throughout my high school and college years. I felt that history, material laws, and our physical bodies all seem to chant that our human purpose is to biologically regenerate human life.
As a young woman, however, I hated the concept that my greatest goal in existence should be to eventually get impregnated. Not that I think having children is a bad thing, but this singular goal felt like it just put a squelch on all the freedom I was raised to feel as a woman of my generation. Probably from a male perspective, the concept can be just as frustrating.
Here I was as a Christian Scientist, attempting to distance myself from materiality and mortality, and yet history and biology seemed to argue that men and women existed solely to procreate. I felt uncomfortable supporting any life goal of material procreation with my spirituality.
