What does it mean to have purpose in life? How do you define it, what are the attributes, how do you follow it, shape it, become it? From what depths do we source our truths, and in turn shape the days of our lives?
For me, questioning purpose began at an early age guided by my parents' belief that living a good and whole life was more important than one spent in pursuit of capitalism. This opened my mind to the paths ahead for me - ones that still fed into the western narratives of 'working', but that gave me a sense of control, of ownership and being fully vulnerable through a creative practice. I built a sense of self on these creative talents, crafting an identity intertwined with my work. And I felt free, correct.
The funny thing about purpose is that as you near it, it often morphs and takes on new shapes and avenues, revealing something deeper inside ourselves. When focused on, we can dig deep into ourselves, uncovering roots and ruins that lead us to the depths of who we are and the unique ways we are built to create this world.
This uncovering of the metamorphosis can often precipitate catastrophic self doubt and crises of the ego when viewed myopically. The dawning of a moment when you see the path ahead of you disappearing to dust or hardening into a cage, a sudden nervousness taking hold - a suddenness that can take years to mount. However, it is in this exact moment that we can go within and rip out the roots of their journey, retrace the steps and find the deeper path towards purpose. This path that is wide and open in its honesty. A meadow of purpose, where we can bask in the sunlight of knowledge of our true selves, living lives in true harmony, with an eye not towards a goal line, but an inspiration. To live by values and not outcomes, morals not laws, truths not propagandas.