There is purpose. I feel it right this moment. Very powerful and overflowing the limited realms of my human existence. It is bigger than anything and can hold my entire life in its fist and shake it till all complacency is killed.
It will not let me rest, no matter how much I coax my thoughts to abandon me. It stalks me and though it threatens my comfort bubble, it also brings in its fold a thrill. The thrill of achievement. And honour, not from others, but from myself. The thrill of walking away from the trophy knowing that having earned it is enough.
There is no tangible reward following the purpose. But then, the best rewards are cannot be seen, held or spent.
This purpose will drive me nuts if I don’t grab it and leap off the cliff. Now.