You don't find purpose.

You were made for one.

It's not out there somewhere waiting to be discovered. It's in you. It was put there on purpose.

The emptiness you feel?

That's not random. That's the gap between who you are and who you were made to be.

The frustration with yourself?

That's not a flaw. That's your soul telling you you're off mission.

The burnout?

That's not about rest. It's about meaning. You're not tired because you're working too hard. You're tired because you're working on the wrong thing. Or the right thing for the wrong reason.

These aren't problems to fix. They're signals to follow.

The question isn't "What should I do with my life?"

The question is "What was I made for—and why am I not doing it?"

You already know the answer. You've always known.

You've just been too afraid to admit it. Too comfortable to pursue it. Too half-in to commit to it.

This week I've been hitting you with truth.

The middle is dangerous.
The world wants you comfortable.
Half-in almost cost me everything.
Action beats potential.
Nobody's giving you permission.

It all comes back to this:

You were made for more.

Not in a vague, feel-good way. Specifically. Intentionally. On purpose.

The question is whether you're going to live it or bury it.

If you follow their rules now, you will have their life later.

Comfortable. Numb. Half-in. Looking back at 50 wondering what happened.

You were made for more than that.

The line is there. It's always been there.

The question is whether you're going to cross it.

Done negotiating.

-Joel