My heart cry

Sometimes I sit alone at night, staring at the ceiling, and I feel the weight of all these questions press against my chest. Why are babies are born?, why do people die?. People walk into my life, leave fingerprints on my soul, then walk out again sometimes by choice, sometimes because life is cruel. I’ve watched dreams and potentials slip through my fingers. I’ve heard my own voice tremble as I asked God, “Why am I here? Why am I still trying?”

I remember mornings when getting out of bed felt like lifting a mountain. When the alarm went off, I didn’t feel purpose, I honestly felt pressure, expectations, disappointment in myself. Days when I’d put on a smile so perfect you’d never guess the war inside me. I’ve walked into jobs where my heart felt like a prisoner, forced to endure insults and demands, wondering if this was all there was.

But then, in those quiet moments, I remember Dr. Myles Munroe’s words,he wrote “The greatest tragedy in life is not death, but a life without purpose.”

That line hits me like a thunderclap every time.I realize that my existence isn’t some random accident. I wasn’t placed here just to survive, pay bills, and one day quietly disappear. No! I was designed for something so specific that nobody else on this planet can do it the way I can. I understood that my quirks, my wounds, my passions all of it is part of a divine blueprint.

It’s not that life suddenly became easy. I still face storms, I still fail, I still wrestle with doubts and fears. But now I understand better that pain sometimes is a compass, not a punishment. The hardships aren’t here to break me; they’re here to build me, to shape me into the vessel I was meant to be.

There are days when I ask, “Why hustle? Why wake up and keep pushing?” And then I remember, someone’s breakthrough is tied to my obedience. Someone’s smile, someone’s hope, someone’s healing might depend on me stepping fully into my purpose.

I keep going because I know I carry seeds meant to be planted in this world, seeds of love, hope, creativity, and service. Seeds that might blossom into forests long after I’m gone. I keep going because my life is not just about me; it’s about the lives I touch, the hearts I lift, the people I inspire to find their own purpose. I've understood that my life,my purpose isn't for me to benefit from, it's for the good of the entire world.

The fear of the “what ifs” still whispers sometimes, What if I fail? What if nobody cares? What if I’m not good enough? But then I hear that gentle voice within say, “What if you succeed? What if you light up someone’s dark world? What if you become everything I created you to be?”

I want to die empty, don't get me wrong,by that I mean I want to pour out every gift, every idea, every dream. I don’t want to leave this world with my genius ideas still inside me.

For this reason I hustle, I rise every morning, not just to earn a salary, but to take one more step toward the vision God placed in me before I even took my first breath. I smile even when life feels heavy, because I’m anchored in something deeper than circumstances,I’m anchored in purpose.

“Purpose is the master of motivation and the mother of commitment.” — Dr. Myles Munroe

That’s my heart. That’s why I keep going. What about you? What keeps you showing up every day, even when it hurts?

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Inspired by Dr Myles Munroes

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