My Journey to Purpose
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For most of my life, a quiet question lived in the background of everything: What is my life’s purpose?
For every self inquiry type of question, there is a reason why the question gets asked in the first place, and it is also worth examining what part of us is doing the asking. Such inquiries for what’s behind the questions often cut straight to the root, and is a reliable path to deepen our self awareness and self understanding.
In my younger years, the question arose from a feeling of untapped potential, a feeling of dissatisfaction with the gap between where I was and where I sensed I could be. Sometimes I couldn't even name what was on the other side of that gap. The mind, as the meaning-making machine, reached for "life purpose" as the filler for both destination and missing link. If only I could figure out what my purpose is, I thought, everything would fall into place.
The conventional framing around life purpose didn't help. We're conditioned to view that purpose must involve some peak-state vision, something grand we do, some meaningful contribution we make to the world. If we're not aiming to change the world, to leave a mark, we're somehow falling short. For a long time, I internalized that standard without questioning it. It was the achieving mind, the ego-self, trying to solve an existential puzzle. And behind that solving was a subtle agenda: to finally feel like enough.
In my early days as a coach, I guided clients through processes to craft their life purpose statements. And truthfully, I wrote many versions of my own, but none ever felt completely right. Each time I returned to the question, something in me had shifted and I'd arrive at something slightly different. Eventually I recognized that the value of the exercise was in the process itself, not the answer. But that recognition didn't dissolve the question. It just made me look elsewhere.
One day I followed a long guided meditation to access my Akashic record, holding a single question at the beginning like a search phrase: What is my purpose? I stayed with it through the whole journey. Towards the end, there was no epiphany, no dramatic download. Just as I was about to feel a little disappointment, I heard a whisper: going home.
It sounded so ordinary, yet it lingered in me ever since.
After that session, even though I didn’t get any profound revelation, my grip to the seeking of life purpose started to loosen somehow. My body gradually settled even though my mind did not get what it’s searching for.
Over the years, as I go deeper into the spiritual/inner realms, my perspective about purpose has shifted. My purpose in life becomes Life's purpose through me. I still contemplate on life purpose on a daily basis. But instead of asking “What is my life’s purpose” from the mind trying to uncover a sacred mission in this self-reflected reality we call life, I ask “What is Life’s purpose, through me, in this moment?”, and listen with my body.
I am a unique, differentiated form through which Life — Source, God, Universe, Spirit, whatever name resonates — experiences itself from a unique perspective and expresses itself in a unique frequency. My purpose is to fully allow Life to evolve through me, as me. To be fully who I am. To surrender to the creative force moving through me, and to witness the story unfold, moment by moment.
In the Gene Keys teaching, purpose is about being, not doing. It is hard to understand this with the conventional framing of purpose. When I eventually shifted my perspective, I understood just how true — and how liberating — it really is. Our deepest purpose is not about making the world better, leaving a legacy, or having an impact. It is the quality of presence we bring to our lives in each moment. Everything else is a by-product.
My Purpose sphere in the Gene Keys is 2.3 — a transformational path moving from Dislocation toward Unity, with the gift of Orientation and a theme of adventures and change. It frames an archetypal story of a lost child finding her way home by following one’s inner compass. Unity is where our true nature emerges and where it will return. It is the quintessential home.
And when I sat with that, something clicked into place. The whisper I heard in that meditation years ago had already given me the answer. It was written into my genes long before I thought to ask the question. Going home is not a metaphor for death or transcendence. It is the journey of returning to my true nature, step by step, in every living moment of ordinary life.
My purpose is indeed going home, and I’m already living it.