Sometimes the sole purpose of your day is to be a space in which a beloved can lean in and share her stories, her wounds, her tears; a space in which you don’t do much but breathe deeper, look deeper and love deeper as a way of telling her: All of you are welcome here. “You are Eternity and you are the Mirror” Kahlil Gibran.

Your purpose is not some exoctic entity living outside of you waiting to be found. Your purpose is to be present with all that wants to move through you and present itself within your field of consciousness. No matter how it is perceived by the mind. It doesn’t have to make sense, it very rarely doesn’t. Success in the eyes of many is echoing emptiness if the Heart does not recognize its own Beauty. Maybe the purpose of Life is to recognize that Life, that Beauty, that Love and simply vow to breathe that Life in a little deeper, a little truer, a little more tender, a little braver.

I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t think of a better purpose than the purpose of being alive (a life).