Finding your life’s purpose

I once went on a Catholic retreat with a group of teenagers. Each of us had to meet with a priest to discuss our intentions for the weekend: what we wanted out of the retreat and what worries might hold us back from being fully present. I was a little uncomfortable, not being a particularly religious person.

But I still confessed that I was obsessively worried that I might never find my life’s purpose. I even spontaneously burst into tears as I said it to him. The only part of his response I remember is this:

“Every morning I wake up and say a little prayer that each day I meet everyone with love and kindness.”

Six years later I realize that’s the only purpose that mattered.

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