Let life be pointless

For years, I felt lost in meaningless jobs. Meaningless to ME, that is. 

So I ached to find meaning. Purpose. 

I was convinced that finding it would make my work finally click into place.

And when I found my purpose?

That’s what actually happened.

It felt like everything opened up. 

My purpose gave me direction, clarity, energy. 

It deepened my life, started my business, and led me to work I loved—helping others find their purpose, so they could finally stop doing work they disliked and create a career that actually fulfilled them.

But later, I started seeing something else.

I see how the mind constantly seeks meaning. 

How it constructs narratives to make sense of life, to frame it in a way that feels solid and knowable. 

And for a while, purpose does feel solid. 

It gives direction and meaning to your business and life.

Until it doesn’t.

Because purpose isn’t something you find—it’s something the mind creates. 

And what the mind creates, the mind can also question. 

Even if you think you know your purpose, eventually the mind will turn on you, whispering: 

Is this really it? Is there something more? Are you sure you’re on the right path?

And so the search begins again.

If you feel clear on your purpose, that’s beautiful. 

As long as you don’t hold onto it so tightly that you close yourself off to life’s constant unfolding. 

As long as you don’t let it define you so completely that you resist where life is actually trying to take you.

But if you don’t know your purpose? 

And you think you need to know? Stop seeking. Stop searching. 

Let life show you the way. 

You may not know where you’re going. 

But life does.

And what if that’s enough?

What if the purpose of life is to… simply LIVE it?