Many of us have pondered on our life purpose. Mostly when we feel stuck, unhappy or empty. Are we meant to slave in our office in order to achieve corporate success or find our passion so everything falls into place (or so they tell us)?

Are we supposed to help, serve or inspire others? Or follow our inspiration and become athletes, artists, leaders?

Do love, family, marriage gives us a purpose?

But, do we really need a purpose to live a meaningful life?
Or do we just need to live meaningfully?

I actually like the idea of life purpose, but on the other hand, have I been narrowing my outlook by trying to define it?

I was discussing this with a friend the other day. We both kind of felt it was probably just semantics.

But the more I sit with these concepts of having a life purpose versus "just being"—and living every minute of our lives up to who we truly are—they feel different.

One feels narrower.

The other feels open, accepting and liberating.

So for now, I think I will just be. Taking life minute by minute.

Practicing Reiki, smiling at the lady who prepares my perfect green tea latte at Starbucks, and not being too hard on myself when I check Instagram a bit too much.

ps: would love to hear your thoughts on the matter! Leave a comment. 

Image: False Mirror, from Belgian painter René Magritte