WHAT COULD MY LIFE PURPOSE BE?

I didn’t come into this world just for myself, for my own happiness or pleasure. If that were my purpose (if such a thing even exists), I would have been born on a planet suited to that. I wouldn’t have arrived in a place with eight billion people. If I want to be happy, to be fulfilled, to be nourished, then nourishing and making others happy must also be my purpose.

I have always thought of it like a seesaw. For the game to be fun and fair, I make a move, then you make a move. The one who moves first affects the motion of the other. If you want to rise, you must help lift others. But like a seesaw—one you, one me. Neither constantly holding someone’s hand nor always being the one whose hand is held.

Sometimes, I step outside my own world and observe. People have passions, but they lack purpose. And those with purpose are searching for their passion. But passion is something felt. It’s a state of losing oneself while experiencing it—not in an exaggerated way, but enough to forget life's worries, even for a moment. Those who feel it, know it. The more I create these moments, the more hope, joy, and fulfillment grow in my life.

Finding my purpose, then, develops as I experience fulfillment myself and want others to experience it too. The key here is to avoid getting stuck on giving only to the same people. If there are those who do not receive what I give, maybe my purpose is to create spaces and connections where giving and receiving flow more naturally, with more ease and joy.

We are human. Not Duracell batteries. We are not meant to just keep going endlessly. Instead, we should build relationships that don’t consume but nurture each other, that expand and multiply. A dance where purpose and passion meet.