Lots of emails coming back about the last Half Hour Friday.
Sense of purpose has, I am delighted to say, provoked a fair amount of self questioning.
That’s a great omen.
The questions we ask ourselves are what will lead us to any place in which we find ourselves.
Read that again.
When we question ourselves on who we are, where we are, how we got here, and what we can do about it, we open our own minds to the possibilities of our lives.
That’s the beginning of self determination. Self determination leads to personal sovereignty. That’s when we start looking for ways to become who we want, or need, to be.
Frequently, we know what needs to be done to get where we want to go. But knowing doesn’t always solve the problem.
It’s the doing, the action, that gets it done. And though we know what to do, and may even know how to do it, we baulk at that action.
It may mean making ourselves uncomfortable. It may mean risking embarrassment. Or appearing high-handed. Or risking ridicule. Even humiliation.
But they’re perceptions. And in themselves, they’re not terminal, though tragically, people have let them become so.
That’s where sense of purpose prevails.
It’s the sense of personal purpose, the unwavering conviction, the unshakable belief, that dismisses the irrelevant and allows one mine the inner depths of courage and ambition.
And that’s what it often takes to make that first initial wavering step that leads to the next one, that carries into the forceful stride of persistence and determination.
Sense of Purpose; it’s the human factor that takes ideas and grows them into miracles of reality. It’s the force that ignites the human spirit and opens horizons, breaks chains, frees nations. It’s the power of decision that can be applied at any time, in any circumstance, in any life.
And while it may not guarantee the outcome, it describes, in the words of H. W. Longfellow, that;
“Life is real, life is earnest,
And the grave is not it’s goal,
Dust that art, to dust returnest ,
Was not spoken to the soul.
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate,
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.”
(1807-1882)
Now there was a man with a sense of purpose.
Sense of purpose has, I am delighted to say, provoked a fair amount of self questioning.
That’s a great omen.
The questions we ask ourselves are what will lead us to any place in which we find ourselves.
Read that again.
When we question ourselves on who we are, where we are, how we got here, and what we can do about it, we open our own minds to the possibilities of our lives.
That’s the beginning of self determination. Self determination leads to personal sovereignty. That’s when we start looking for ways to become who we want, or need, to be.
Frequently, we know what needs to be done to get where we want to go. But knowing doesn’t always solve the problem.
It’s the doing, the action, that gets it done. And though we know what to do, and may even know how to do it, we baulk at that action.
It may mean making ourselves uncomfortable. It may mean risking embarrassment. Or appearing high-handed. Or risking ridicule. Even humiliation.
But they’re perceptions. And in themselves, they’re not terminal, though tragically, people have let them become so.
That’s where sense of purpose prevails.
It’s the sense of personal purpose, the unwavering conviction, the unshakable belief, that dismisses the irrelevant and allows one mine the inner depths of courage and ambition.
And that’s what it often takes to make that first initial wavering step that leads to the next one, that carries into the forceful stride of persistence and determination.
Sense of Purpose; it’s the human factor that takes ideas and grows them into miracles of reality. It’s the force that ignites the human spirit and opens horizons, breaks chains, frees nations. It’s the power of decision that can be applied at any time, in any circumstance, in any life.
And while it may not guarantee the outcome, it describes, in the words of H. W. Longfellow, that;
“Life is real, life is earnest,
And the grave is not it’s goal,
Dust that art, to dust returnest ,
Was not spoken to the soul.
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate,
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.”
(1807-1882)
Now there was a man with a sense of purpose.
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