I feel this week's prompt is more of about reflecting about our lives. This actually an opportunity to remind us that no matter how dark the days might be,our purpose still remains intact.
Every day, someone is born and someone dies. A new baby takes their first breath while somewhere else, an old man breathes his last. Life goes on.
Just the way clouds passes by , that's how some people enter our life,stay for sometime,teach us valuable lesson,and then dissapears.
People enter our lives like passing clouds,some stay for a while, teach us something, then fade away.
Wounds that will never heal are also left by others.
Wake up, hustle, go to bed, repeat ,this is an endless cycle that we all find ourselves. And in the quiet moments, when the noise dies down, that question creeps in: What’s the point of all this?
Honestly, finding purpose is hard. It’s like chasing a shadow,you think you’ve caught it, then it moves again. We ask ourselves, “Why keep trying if we’re all going to die anyway?” We push through traffic, drag ourselves to jobs where we’re barely appreciated, sometimes insulted, and still show up the next day. Why is this so ?
Well,in my own opinion,I believe thay this could be because somewhere deep down in us we, have this strong belief that their is more to life than we can just imagine ,it is not just about the end, but about the journey.
The purpose of some individuals are found in their children.
Some in building something that outlives them. Others simply live to make today better than yesterday. Maybe the point of life isn't about arriving at a grand destination, but about choosing to keep moving, even when everything screams at you to stop.
Yes, life is filled with hardship. We fail, we cry, we break. But somehow, we don't just sit back,we manage to learn. We grow. Like a baby falling before learning to walk, failure teaches us balance. It humbles us.
We are prepared by it.
So what keeps me going? Hope. The hope that one day, all this will make sense. The little wins like a thank you from someone I helped, or that quiet satisfaction after completing a tough task remind me that maybe I am living out my purpose, even if I haven’t figured it out fully yet.
And maybe that’s the essence of life. Not having all the answers. Not being perfect. But waking up every day with a heart that’s willing to try again.
The reality might be that the purpose is not clear enough, but we will always strive hard and continue the hustle.
Thank you