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I Use Writing as My Compass to Alleviate Life Without Purpose
How writing became my only Compass in a Life without direction
I’m tired of old clichés.
Self-help is everywhere — books, social media — it’s inescapable.
People say you have this inner voice, probably there since childhood, nudging you toward your purpose. Call me deaf, but I don’t hear it. I guess I’m not one of the lucky ones.
Journeying through life without direction or purpose feels soul-crushing.
Yet, I soldier on. I like solving problems, especially technical ones. Even without all the nuanced information, I find solutions. I’ll never know everything, but I know how to get answers. That’s what counts.
The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step — or so they say.
Maybe I am rambling, emotions tumbling out, the words flowing unchecked.
Am I a writer? I don’t know. I doubt I have the gift of an effective wordsmith, but I still show up most days on Medium.
I write to hone my craft, to discover a love for words, for writing. Truthfully, it’s hard. Writing feels like trying to pin down a storm, thoughts raging and wild. It’s like a lioness guarding her prey — fierce, unyielding.
