Am I living in my purpose? Or am I wasting valuable time?
Am I building something great, working towards a legacy or am I just living?
These are the questions I ask myself when I’m not writing, these are the questions I ask myself when I’m writing. I think… scratch that. I know we all have a purpose in life, in Sparta it was believed that you were either born a warrior or a worker. The purpose of women was to birth soldiers for to birth a soldier was to serve your purpose. Most civilizations are like that to this day, people are born into their purpose even if it’s not one they chose.
Writing, speaking, telling stories… I feel like that’s my purpose but I also feel like I should be so much further along. It’s quite draining mentally and it’s keeping me up at night. I’m trying to win a literary award with every paragraph. I keep expecting to just stop thinking one day and to just start writing but it won’t happen for me.
I’m not complaining, I think it’s just more of wanting it so bad that I’m not allowing it to come to me.
And that’s what I want anyone that’s going to read this to remember, we have to let our purpose come to us. And once it does that’s when life will make so much freaking sense!!!
I haven’t slept in like two days and my hands sort of hurt sometimes but to know people will hold my novel in their hands, it’s all worth it. It will always be worth it.
Good Morning and smile for someone today.