Perhaps we’ve misunderstood what it means to find our purpose.
We imagine there is an answer hidden somewhere.
One profound calling.
One moment when everything suddenly makes sense.
But perhaps purpose is simpler than that.
All that you are and all that you’ve known and all that you’ve been through has culminated in the creation of someone completely unique.
There is no one else on earth like you.
Your experiences.
Your struggles.
All of it becomes something uniquely yours to give.
Don’t leave the world with all of it still inside you.
Give it away.
All of it.
Use every last piece of your potential to create a better world while you still have time.
Don’t wait. The time will never be just right.
Build something.
Teach something.
Help someone.
Your purpose isn’t written in the stars.
It’s written in the lives that are better because you lived.
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