We each were born, and each will die. But in between is where we write the story of our lives. What will we have lived for? What do we care enough to die for? When will we risk, speak out, shine, dare, love, hate? What are the moments of our lives that will define why we are here and why we matter? Where is our passion?
We each write the story of our own lives. Let yours be a page-turner.
As we craft our lives, we can do well to listen to these words about a third-grade drop out:
How you living?
What is your bliss? What fills you with purpose and passion and spills out of you into the world around you?
That’s not always an easy question.
Sometimes we can look at the high moments in our work or life, the moments that brought joy and satisfaction, and follow them like breadcrumbs back to the bliss, that thing that we love doing.
Sometimes, we are born knowing our passion and purpose. It is as apparent as the nose on our face, if we can see it and follow it before it’s squashed by life.
In the attached video, one boy seems to know what brings him joy and purpose right out of the gate: making bears for hospitalized children, turning sadness into joy, despair into hope, and, maybe even, saving his own dad in the process.
There is so much to love about this story, but, as you watch, consider his parents’ response. They don’t force him to be like all the other boys. They don’t mock or deride him for his dream. They don’t push him into a mold of their own devising.
They let him blossom.