A Life of Purpose

I spent a lifetime erecting and defending a fortress around my heart. But alas, my arms grew weary, and the walls began to tremble. And before long, everything I thought I knew about myself would be challenged. Hidden truths would be revealed. The dark night of the soul would come and it would devour me. Chew me up and spit me out onto the floor, unidentifiable even to myself.

Especially to myself.

But then the Angel of Mercy arrived, scooped up my bits, and began the arduous process of knitting me back together. And when she saw that my heart had withered from lack of use, she knitted me a new one. Bigger, stronger, more resilient than the old one. And slowly, slowly, my heart began to beat anew, and my lungs began to breathe new breath.

And I could see now, really see, all there was to see.

And I began to feel everything there was to feel. Because that, that, is the only way to live a life. A life of purpose. With eyes that see and a heart that feels everything.

Everything.

Good and bad. Yin and yang.

This is my story. Maybe it’s your story, too.