Not a Memo or Mission Statement

This is like a Jerry McGuire moment where he wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night and writes out a whole memo - I mean mission statement. Except it's early morning and I'm not inspired to write a long life memo; however, I do feel like I need to define what I want out of life. The looming question is what do I want my life to mean? what do I want people to say at my funeral or does that even matter to me? I guess being known as a kind and loving soul is enough and for those whom I did touch or inspire, would have reaped the benefits, so I don't need to live my life for praise and credit posthumously. Maybe what I want is a little bit of everything: acting, reporting, engaging in philanthropic work...where's the clarity here? It's 5:23am on Wednesday morning and my eyes are droopy with sleep but my mind is buzzing with endless questions. Perhaps what matters most is to follow my heart. I've claimed to have done so so far in my life but does that equal happiness? But then again have I been searching for happiness all this time or a quantitative measure of what it takes to achieve happiness? Hmmm.....oh the questions.
India...a little street girl playing in a dangerous construction site but with a big smile on her face...crying street babies with not so much as a few drops a water a day...a severely malnourished cow roaming the streets because unfortunately for him, he's considered sacred and therefore won't be put out of his misery. The gesture of a few crackers to some street kids and in return I get a feeling of wholeness. Maybe that's the answer???