People often speak of the call of the void - that sudden pull towards oblivion or undoing - but there exists another, less spoken of, yet equally visceral force - the call to greatness.
"Greatness" may not be the right word - perhaps purpose - but it is a magnetic, haunting conviction that some are born with or have felt since young. A knowing, deep in their marrow, that they are here to do something - one thing - exceptionally, unforgettably well. To leave a mark, a meaningful impact - not for ego, but because the soul insists.
Those who have felt it since childhood know its rhythm well. It rises like those bloody Jumanji drums - aggressive, mesmerising, pounding - impossible to ignore. They feel the momentum coursing through their veins and are almost compelled to charge forwards. It is the raw, inexplicable urgency of something pulling them, something that feels closer to that which calls. It makes them chase experiences with blind trust, sensing that each one holds a shard they must collect - a fragment of the thing they are meant to become, in order to do what they are meant to do.
People like this often live outrageously varied lives out of a sheer, burning obsession - a feral need - to satiate the call. In that seeking, they become a self-fulfilling prophecy - relentless pioneers, breakers of convention. Their furious hunger is not chaotic, but fiercely focussed - they must know, they must realise the shape of the greatness within them. They are not searching for identity - they are responding to an assignment.
Those who have felt this call do not question its existence - nor are they alone. It doesn't ache - it ignites with excitement, it burns with pure life force - heart pounding, crackling with anticipation, as if they're about to ride into battle.
And unlike the call that precedes a significant transformational period, this call arrives early - and it never lets go. They don't choose it, they almost don't have a choice but to answer it - which is why such individuals befriend destiny early, and shape their lives with unwavering will.
This. For some who hear the call early, but don’t understand it, or are raised in an environment that doesn’t allow space for the call to manifest, they live lives of constant covering up of the call with whatever they can. Drugs, TV, food, porn, 9-5s whatever they can do to quiet the call. And then some of those find their way later and bloom at last. But many don’t and the call eventually does die in their hearts and they become the hollow ones drifting, dead before they’re buried. … at least that’s what a friend told me happens…. Anyways…..
Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc, by Mark Twain