For as long as I can remember, I’ve been numb. People would ask what my passion was. I had none (or I made something up that sounded cool). To consciously contrast the noise in my head, I need to learn to tell myself the truth. If I have to do this a hundred times a day, so be it.
But now what? How do I live a life of purpose, meaning and intention when I’ve never known anything but rush, do, hurry and stay on the surface?