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“Remembering Your Passion: The True Purpose of Life”




 I pose this question to you, old friend.
What is the true purpose of life? Is it written in the stars before we arrive, or carved from the stone of our days?
 Some say it is predetermined, hidden like treasure within us; others believe it must be uncovered through trial, failure, and triumph.

Perhaps both are true, for purpose is a memory and a discovery.
Look at those who shine—the creators, the visionaries, the healers, and the artists. They are not merely working but living in harmony with their essence. 

Effort becomes art, labor dissolves into love, and each day feels less like duty and more like devotion. When passion is awakened, one steps into the current of creation itself. The river flows unobstructed, carrying them forward with ease and renewing itself each dawn.
Work becomes play, productivity becomes joy, and life becomes creation in motion.
Yet many wander for years searching, some never glimpsing it, others sensing it in childhood, only to lose it beneath the dust of expectation.

But purpose cannot be destroyed—it can only be forgotten. Like a seed in the soil of the soul, it waits patiently for the right season, the right awakening.

“This is why the meditator sits—not to acquire, but to let go. 
The restless noise of fear and uncertainty fades in the stillness, and the actual signal shines in the silence beyond the mind.”
 Inspiration rises like a clear note in a quiet room, pointing toward the hidden flame of passion.

With each layer of conditioning and fear shed, like a snake releasing old skin, the soul remembers its raw essence. In that presence, the whisper of purpose returns: This is why you are here. This is what fulfills you.
Purpose is not a distant goal but an alignment—a resonance where passion and presence meet. In that meeting, the flame of life burns steadily and brightly.

Consider this, old friend.
Your purpose is not a prize to pursue. It is a memory to awaken—a truth already within you, waiting to be remembered and lived. 

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