How to draw a map to your purpose

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia.

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The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

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When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

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But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. 

It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.

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The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

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When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.

But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her. Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts.

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Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen.

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She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

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The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country. But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again.

I made a commitment to follow my gut and find something worth doing.

It took a lot of self-awareness and conversations with people closest to me, but I gave myself orders to go on a journey: find what I love doing, as fast as possible — at all costs.

Here’s how I drew the map for my journey.

On Friday of Week 5 of living in my parent’s basement, my mom and I had a long talk that changed my life. I told her I felt pressure from my peers. Imaginary pressure — but — pressure nonetheless. I remember saying, “I don’t mind going against my peers. But, why am I scared of their opinions?”

Her follow-up question wounded me:

Who do you look up to?

Stab. Right in the heart. Tears.

Try this exercise for yourself ... think through all of the important people in your life: your family, your friends, your teachers growing up, your professors, your teammates, your coworkers, your important-but-not-altogether-important-acquaintances.

  • Why do you remember them?
  • What did you do together?
  • Why’d you crack up laughing that one time?

Now say their names to yourself. Out loud if you can.

Brutal, right? It’s gut-wrenching.

In those memories, I found the insight that changed my life.

I didn’t name people in these buckets:

  • People I wished I were more like
  • People closest to me
  • People I love

I started naming the people I truly looked up to and why.

Some people are resilient and I appreciate their manner in the face of chaos.

Some people are incredibly caring and I admire their outward effort to express it.

Some people have an absurdly diligent work ethic. Their work ethic has inspired me to work harder.

Some people love me and I have no idea why.

I love some people and have no idea why.

The people you name are the ones that have played the most important roles in your story. Your own cast of side characters that move the plot forward.

Mom’s next question is where you begin the work:

Who do you want to be for those people?

Clarity. I wrote all these things down. I made it real.

From that moment, I’ve lived a different life. I had a guide for my actions. I had a clear goal: fulfill those people’s wishes for me.

These people don’t care how much money you make, what clothes you wear, what city you live in, or your relationship status. They only care about your well-being. They have one metric they measure against: are you happy?

This was the key that unlocked the door to what I wanted to do next. And forever.

Here it is. The map to find your purpose ...

Start here: who do you look up to?

End here: who do you want to be for those people?

Get going or you’ll miss it.