“What’s your biggest fear?”
That was the question Mrs. Schrader, the best PEER adviser and counselor in our high school, asked as she looked at an group of 30 of the smartest Juniors and Seniors who were seen as mentors, leaders, PEERs in our high school. All of that mean nothing as the room went silent except for the single voice of 30 high school kids simultaneously say to themselves “oh shit”. After two minutes of desperately searching the room for someone to sacrifice themselves to save us all from the unbearable, awkwardness a brave soul spoke about their fear of not getting into any colleges.
Then, scattered across the room more and more hands popped up. Each person’s fear went deeper and deeper. Of course I was too busy thinking about my own fears to intently listen to others, but I had it. Eagerly I waited for the last person to finish before timidly raising my hand like I was taking ownership for doing something unacceptable like farting in front of the class.
“Zach, what’s your biggest fear?” she asked again like I hadn’t just spent an hour thinking about the question.
“Butterflies.” I said nervously. “I’m deathly afraid of butterflies.”
The room filled with a mix of gasps and laughter, which for me meant I was off to a great start.
“In fact, I hate butterflies”
Now everyone glared like huge butterfly advocates and I had single handedly wiped out all of their beloved Monarch butterflies. A little demoralizing, but I was already in pretty deep I had to commit otherwise the next day the entire school would be launching sticks or butter at me asking me if I was afraid when butter flies.
“I had a bad experience at a butterfly garden a long time ago when a bunch of the symmetrical winged beasts attacked me, covering my body in their tiny, prickly legs. I just don’t understand what the purpose of butterflies are. Like what is the purpose of the life of a butterfly?”
I paused. Silence, oh we meet again. Scan the room one more time. Yup, that’s what I thought I’m going to have to think quick to save my self from this one.
“I don’t expect you guys to answer that, even though some of you are probably thinking about the purpose of butterflies in terms of what they do that is productive. Which is okay, I guess. But that’s not what I’m trying to understand. What I want to know is their purpose. Take for example, us. What is the purpose of humans, to innovate? create? run government? No, all of that is just stuff that we do. So although I am afraid of butterflies, what I’m most afraid of is living with no purpose. What is MY purpose in life? Cliche as it sounds, I fear that when I die I won’t leave a legacy. I fear that no one will remember me. What I’m most afraid of isn’t anything in life at all, but what my life means to the world after its over.”
Silence.
Not the reaction I was expecting given that I went from my biggest fear being butterflies to understanding the purpose of life and leaving my legacy in a matter of seconds. But, okay.
“Wow. Zach I’m really glad you brought up understanding one’s purpose in life” said a shocked Mrs. Schrader “I think that’s something important to think about and that we are going to discuss next time”
I never knew that about myself. There was always something inside me that was eating up my mind and bothering me this whole time, and it wasn’t the awful memory of those butterflies from my childhood. No, they were just what lead me to the truth about what was really my biggest fear, which was my purpose in life and my legacy when I leave.
It really took admitting my very real fear of butterflies for me to realize that I was afraid I would be forgotten. I would never be remembered when I die.
This all coming at the same time “Hamilton” the musical was becoming a phenomenon on Broadway. We listened to the entire soundtrack in our AP Lit class, even though it wasn’t apart of the curriculum. Ooooooooooo, scary. If the head of the English department ever caught us she might have to report my teacher. Well, except that they were the same person so that would be counter productive. Nonetheless, the story of Alexander Hamilton’s life told through music is an amazing one. One I could only admire and hope to become a person that left such a mark on history as he did one day. I was so fond of the soundtrack that I listened to it as home and in the car all the time for the next 3 weeks. Then I hit a butterfly with my car while listening to “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story” when thought about my fears. I thought about butterflies and what I said earlier that year. Then, I realized that I wanted to make an impact in the same way that Alexander Hamilton did. I may not know my purpose in life completely, but I shared the same obsession with leaving a legacy with Alexander Hamilton and I knew that if anything I wanted to live my life the best I could everyday and do good everyday with the hope that I can make an impact on at least one person’s life. Because lets be real, fighting a revolution against the British and starting a new country is pretty hard to do today and has been done plenty of times by now.
When we were asked about our biggest fears, some people fear their past that they live everyday running from it. I feared my future that I lived everyday wasting time growing closer to it not doing anything to ease my worries. I wasn’t looking at what I could do now to live my best life with the purpose of just being a good person even if I didn’t understand fully what my purpose is. The reality of it is, no one understands their purpose until they die and if I live life seeking that answer than I’m just going to die realizing that my purpose WAS to live life.
I don’t know my purpose in life. And I don’t really want to know because I’m not ready to leave this world until I know I have made an impact on at least one person’s life. All I know is that the day that someone tells my their story and I somehow make it in the narrative because of the way I lived that enhanced their own life for the better, that’s when Ill know I have fulfilled my purpose in life and that I have left a legacy because I lived.