Welcome to The Human.
Have you caught yourself thinking about your life purpose all day long—how to monetize it, how to best align with your soul’s aspirations, how to build enough capacity for the sole sake of manifesting your grand vision?
Are we going crazy?
What if we slowed down and had some fun?
This purpose madness has to stop.
When are we finally going to rest, my friends?
Haven’t we all gone mad with purpose madness—always seeking to align perfectly with our innermost self, our soul’s calling, and our most profound mission?
Is that truly the point of life?
To seek relentlessly?
To burn ourselves out to the bone?
To live with such pressure on our shoulders?
Is that real freedom?
What if true self-leadership is actually about saying “fuck off” to whatever vision we have been cultivating in our little heads whenever we want to, or simply because we feel like it?
Just because.
If your purpose has turned into a leash, is it still purpose?
Sure, I love to travel around, explore the world and myself, and build genuine connections with strangers… this hasn’t changed one bit.
But if I feel obligated to train every day, eat healthy food, and abide by some fixed sleep schedule to do all the above consistently, am I still human, or have I become a machine whose sole aim is to build capacity in order to deliver messages?
Where’s the joy in that?
Honestly, when you look around, do you feel anyone can be saved?
I believe I have come full circle with that question. People are living in their own worlds. Whatever you say or teach has to be processed through their filters and experienced before it can finally land and/or descend into their core.
The best contribution?
Enjoy yourself.
That’s it.
Love the mess that you are. The good, the bad, the ugly. The human experience is messy, to say the least. Our superpower is to love the whole thing unconditionally. And in doing so, we might inspire others to do the same. Who knows?
Looking back, I left my old life impulsively, and I have been trying to make sense of it all for the last three years. Too much pain for what?
Turning it into purpose?
The only thing I can do is speak about it without any extra polish so that people who might go through similar experiences at some point in their lives can feel a little less lonely.
But, as the name of my publication suggests, at the base of any transformation, there’s only one thing, and one thing only—the decision to choose life, to come back to oneself, to feel all our emotions, to live...
No one can do that for anyone else.
That’s personal.
Do whatever feels right to you, not to save anyone or have an impact, but simply because it brings joy to your heart. That’s it. That’s your mission. Be joy. Life doesn’t demand any more than that.
That purpose madness needs to stop.
Let’s have some fun, for God’s sake.
Much love.
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