On Purpose.

Even now, at the tender age of 22, I feel blessed to be able to say that I don’t work ‘for money’. I work because it brings me joy. That…

Even now, at the tender age of 22, I feel blessed to be able to say that I don’t work ‘for money’. I work because it brings me joy. That it (currently) brings a degree of financial prosperity is a nice side-effect that I do not take for granted.

Work (and by that I mean anything that requires me to look beyond or into myself for the sake of a greater good) — or, more specifically, doing it — is what enables me to learn, grow and evolve into the best possible version of myself.

Yet the most lucrative ventures sometimes have no ostensible value at all.

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It is the work that I have done on myself over the last N years that has enabled me to get to this point, both mentally and physically; yet I would be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t also point out that said work was gut-wrenchingly painful at times and came with no guarantee of success.

Like many people, I have been in dark places at points in my life. And, as is common when in the depths of despair, w…