352 Quotes About Purpose-driven-life

You came into the world to do something; So... do something!

My goal, as a writer, is clear. My aim is to heal millions of people through writing. I am a healing writer.

I am a writer. My calling is to teach, motivate, and challenge ideas through my writing. I was born to write; this is my purpose.

I have come to that fork in the road where one must decide how to live and how to die. No wonder I am agitated to the point of falling into state of irreversible catatonia. Self-doubt and apprehension, along with intensifying self-loathing and fatigue beseech me to stop questing. Why am I am plagued by the dueling dynamism that binds my existence? Does the ball of fears and doubts, and chain of self-hatred and personal exhaustion, which manacle me, inhibit other people?

Does a person employ their cache of personal experiences to guide how they live or do they plot their life course based exclusively upon their ideas? How does a person associate personal experiences with ideas? Can a personal experience ever portray the profundity of an idea? Does an idea express what sentiment we can never equate to an actual personal experience; is an idea by its very nature characterized precisely by the fact that no sensation of experience is ever fully congruous to it?

May you find grace to accomplish your God given-goals.

Your future, hopes and dreams should never be tied down to anybody! The strength lies inside of you to decide at any moment your direction.

The false sense of adventure wrought from walking a gangplank of amorous tropism embroiders a shallow life. Only religious mystics or persons exhibiting tremendous internal resources dedicate their lives to seeking a meaningful existence that transcends the festive indulgence of taking a pleasure cruise through life.

Despite the trappings of living a gilded life, a final reckoning awaits each of us, a fateful conclusion that no conscientious human can put off admitting to until their final heartbeat. Until that compressed moment of elucidation arrives, many people including me mesmerize ourselves by raking in guilt-lined pleasures as fast as we can. Lost in the erratic shuffle of daily forging is the modest precept that it is how we live that defines us.