The Quiet Death of Going Through the Motions

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You wake up, scroll for 20 minutes, wonder why the world feels empty.

You do the things, check the boxes, project having it all figured out.

But something feels hollow.

You're doing everything, but your soul feels sidelined.

This isn't being lazy or broken. It's living in dead time instead of alive time.

For the longest time, I felt something was off but couldn't name it.

I'd avoid everything during the day, then thoughts would flood in at bedtime.

I participated in conversations that drained me, worked on things I didn't like.

I thought that's just how life was supposed to be.

Looking back, I was living in drift, letting life happen to me instead of shaping it.

I hadn't reflected on what I wanted versus what life was just handing me.

Every day I numbed myself was another day of trading clarity for comfort.

When did I become so bored of my own story?

A boy once asked a monk, "How do I find my purpose?"

The monk said, "Just lean into what pulls at you. Even if it feels small. Even if no one else sees it."

"But I don't know where it leads," the boy frowned.

"You're not supposed to. You're supposed to follow it anyway."

So the boy did.

He leaned into his strange questions that no one else asked:

"Where do dreams go when we wake up?"

"Why do we miss things we never had?"

"Can a whisper carry truth louder than a scream?"

People called him odd, distracted, lost.

But he kept going.

He asked questions in markets, temples, fields.

He listened to old women speak of grief and children speak of stars.

He wrote down every word without knowing why.

Years passed. He worked to make ends meet but kept doing what lit up his soul.

One day, he had thousands of pages filled with the soft, hidden wisdom of the world.

He turned them into a book that reached people he'd never meet.

It made some cry, made some leave lives they'd settled for, made some begin again.

When someone asked how he found his purpose, he smiled:

"I didn't. I just followed what felt alive until it led me somewhere sacred."

Purpose doesn't arrive in a flash. It reveals itself in what quietly pulls at you.

If my days repeated for 10 years, where would I be?

I've learned to distinguish between Alive Time and Dead Time.

Alive Time: When you actively shape your life, create instead of consume, feel instead of escape.

Dead Time: When life happens to you, you numb instead of feel, avoid silence because it asks hard questions.

You can't control everything, but you can always choose how you respond.

And that choice is where Alive Time begins.

I started reclaiming my time by reflecting on what energized versus drained me.

I sought out people who lit me up, activities that set my soul on fire.

Even when nothing changed outside, everything shifted inside.

Purpose doesn't have to be tied to money or titles.

Maybe it's raising kind children, creating art, loving more deeply.

Whatever pulls at you, lean in.

Start small:

Each day, choose just a little more Alive Time.

Because how we live our days is how we live our years, and purpose doesn't shout, but it always pulls.