Everyone is passionate about living with purpose. Everyone wants to know that what they are doing here on earth is somehow important.
For a long time I’ve thought of a purposeful life as some kind of goal to work toward. But now I’m realising that ‘purpose,’ in itself, is actually not the thing I should be pursuing. I’m discovering these days that a purposeful life is the result of a satisfied soul, not the means to satisfy a soul. I think what really satisfies the soul is rooted in relationships, and in particular the relationship with the one who made it and knows it best. Sort out that fundamental relationship and an invigorating sense of purpose will flow a lot more easily.