The paradox of purpose is that the magnitude of your ideas and dreams will not always translate to immediate financial success.
How is it that I could believe in something so much? I have invested my heart, soul, and resources into bringing a dream to life, yet my bank account tells a different story.
The questions that preoccupy me are: “Am I delusional?” “Will my dreams ever become a reality?” “Why do others seem to effortlessly turn their passions into gold, while mine seem to slip through my fingers like sand as I near them?”
Day & night I have toiled and have been a devotee of purpose. I ask, “When will purpose remember me?” “When will purpose reward me?”… and yet, despite the frustration of unrealised dreams and uncertainty, purpose is still my greatest gift. Even when material possessions are lost, and people don’t understand me, I am grateful that purpose remains by my side.
Perhaps this is the paradox of purpose: maybe the true measure of a life of purpose is not always measured by external accomplishments or societal applause. I have come to appreciate that my purpose is always there, even when nothing and no one can understand my life.
This is the paradox of purpose…
Purpose always gives hope.
Purpose never gives up on you even when everything in your life is going wrong.
Purpose is the womb for divine ideas.
…and as a final thought, purpose is a “front row cheerleader” of humanity because it always elevates us to a place of creativity, curiosity, beauty and absolute joy.
