A Life's Purpose - A Poem Busyness is not success. Nor is achievement. Nor accolades of power, status, or wealth. Success is measured by how closely we live out our life's purpose - the king who was called to live as a pauper is poor. What good is earning the riches of the world if they cost the betrayal of our heart each and every day? You know the voice. You've heard it speaking in the depth of your soul, trying to point you back to your blueprint, trying to realign you to your design. We don't chose our calling; it chooses us. Fail to accept it and you are thrust, thrown down a path of emptiness where the shrieks of the soul become so loud you must unceasingly engage in activity to distract yourself from the reality of your failure. Before do, you must answer who you are or all your doing is nothing but steps that lead you farther and farther away from your true self. Poem by Justin Farley
Soul Notes – Poems and Reflections
If you’re searching for meaning in a world that feels too busy, too loud, too dominated by endless scrolling, Soul Notes is a place to feel heard. A few times a month, I send reflections on nature, mental health, and spirituality. Words to carry with you.





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