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the art of living your life purpose

You can stop seeking your passion now. You won't be able to "find it."

Be who you want, Inspiring, Rites of PassageChloë RainComment
How to know if you are living your life purpose

You can run away from yourself for a very long time.

But eventually that will bite you in the ass.

You can stop seeking your passion, now. You won’t be able to “find it”.

It lives within you, you could not have lost it unless you ripped it from your own DNA strands. 

You are born with your own unique life map and reason for living. No ONE else has this information. It does not exist out there. The answer could not possibly exist out there or be separate from ourselves… or then we would all really be screwed, spending our whole lives looking around trying to find IT, hoping someone else doesn’t have IT, or that we will be lost forever without IT.

The only way we lose IT and lose our guidance is when we silence it, cover it up, or don’t give it voice, don’t trust it, or think that our own internal guidance is “lying to us” or leading us astray.

In that sense, we can only ever make one “mistake” and that is to not to trust ourselves, our own wisdom, and that the Universe doesn’t have our back.

Find what is real for you.

When we ask for the things we truly want in our lives, the lessons we are given to “get us there” do not come in the way we think they should… but none the less you are fulfilling your soul’s purpose even right now, by being you. Even without knowing how.

There are people in this world that live their purpose just by going where they are called to go and by being themselves. Perhaps this is the greatest human experience to be at home in your heart and to trust that by following it you will in fact fulfill your highest purpose without having the need to call it such.

My desire is to live a life that is worth living and one that is dedicated to a greater cause than just myself. That is real for me.

Find what is real for you.


What Oprah & Liz Gilbert know about Authenticity....

November 2015 issue of O, The Oprah Magazine: How to Do What You Love

You can be married to the wrong person for decades and pretend it's fine. You can fake it doing work you only half care about. You can hide behind accoutrements, square footage, and cars. Big-screen TVs and fancy vacations. But you will never get away with being a phony. 

Eventually life reveals itself and shows you a mirror to help you see your own truth. 

And if you've been faking it, ignoring your thoughts and feelings (what I call your emotional GPS), the wake-up call can be harsh. 

The call often comes in the form of what, on the surface, looks like loss: loss of a job, a relationship, your looks, or whatever external thing you use to find value in yourself. 

When you excavate deeper, examining more closely every situation that has fallen apart, you will find truth gone awry. 

I know for sure that we each contribute to the whole of what it means to be a human on earth. The fullness of our humanity can be expressed only when we are true to ourselves. Your real job on earth is to become more of who you really are. To live to the highest degree what is pure, what is honest, what is natural, what feels like the real you. 

Anything less is a faked life. 

To be authentic is the highest form of praise. You're fulfilling your mission and purpose on earth when you honor the real you. 

Your whole life becomes a prayer of thanksgiving.

 
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The Reason to have a Secret Life

PoetryChloë RainComment
you’ve just made love and feel you’d rather have been in a dark booth where your partner was nodding, whispering yes, yes, you’re brilliant.

A Secret Life

Why you need to have one
is not much more mysterious than
why you don’t say what you think
at the birth of an ugly baby.
Or, you’ve just made love
and feel you’d rather have been
in a dark booth where your partner
was nodding, whispering yes, yes,
you’re brilliant. The secret life
begins early, is kept alive
by all that’s unpopular
in you, all that you know
a Baptist, say, or some other
accountant would object to.
It becomes what you’d most protect
if the government said you can protect
one thing, all else is ours.
When you write late at night
it’s like a small fire
in a clearing, it’s what
radiates and what can hurt
if you get too close to it.
It’s why your silence is a kind of truth.
Even when you speak to your best friend,
the one who’ll never betray you,
you always leave out one thing;
a secret life is that important.

— Stephen Dunn

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I want the losing of it all

PoetryChloë RainComment
Lake and Maple

Lake and Maple

I want to give myself
utterly
as this maple
that burned and burned
for three days without stinting
and then in two more
dropped off every leaf;
as this lake that,
no matter what comes
to its green-blue depths,
both takes and returns it.
In the still heart that refuses nothing,
the world is twice-born –
two earths wheeling,
two heavens,
two egrets reaching
down into subtraction;
even the fish
for an instant doubled,
before it is gone.
I want the fish.
I want the losing it all
when it rains and I want
the returning transparence.
I want the place
by the edge-flowers where
the shallow sand is deceptive,
where whatever
steps in must plunge,
and I want that plunging.
I want the ones
who come in secret to drink
only in early darkness,
and I want the ones
who are swallowed.
I want the way
the water sees without eyes,
hears without ears,
shivers without will or fear
at the gentlest touch.
I want the way it
accepts the cold moonlight
and lets it pass,
the way it lets
all of it pass
without judgment or comment.
There is a lake.
Lalla Ded sang, no larger
than one seed of mustard,
that all things return to.
O heart, if you
will not, cannot, give me the lake,
then give me the song.

— Jane Hirshfield

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