My purpose stared at me from many eyes before I could recognize its shape. It spoke to me from many voices before I could recognize its vibration. The more I listened, it tightened its grip within me.

Purpose has a way of embracing us, embodying us, and revealing us to the masses of our extensions of us. Before I could articulate my purpose, my purpose put my face between its palms and said, “See,” radiating reality back to me.

Let your purpose be in you, that place of assurance. Sit with it in your tears, in your discomfort, and in your obscurity. The greatest of all expressions of purpose is love. This love will enthuse you when you have worked to your end purpose-fully. Let your purpose be you. In all purity, all rawness and all authenticity.

Let your purpose be. You.


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