We think purpose comes neat. A degree, a promotion, or a mission statement on the wall.
It doesn’t.
All purpose begins in pieces.
The crack comes first.
Sometimes it’s sharp. The layoff, the diagnosis, or the “I can’t do this anymore” moment.
Sometimes it’s soft. A sunset that stops you mid-sentence. A song that makes you cry on the way home. Or the first time you hold a baby, and feel the weight of forever.
Either way something shifts. The life you built can’t hold you anymore.
It feels like the end, but it isn’t.
Those pieces? They’re raw material.
The broken parts make you soft enough to notice. The wonder cracks make you open enough to receive. Both wake you up to ask the questions that matter.
Look around.
Oprah got fired before she became Oprah. Steve Jobs was kicked out of Apple before he change the world. Malcolm X found his voice after prison. Nelson Mandela sat in a cell before he led a nation.
And even the sacred stories echo it. Moses fled to the wilderness before he heard his call. David’s heart broke before he wrote the his songs. Peter wept bitterly before he became the Rock. Even Jesus let himself be broken before he made us whole.
The break is not your punishment.
The break is the beginning
Because all purpose begins in pieces.
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