I finally had a genuine epiphany through nature. On a day when I was particularly struggling to get out of bed and get work done, I saw a bug crawling across the wall, and I asked myself, "Why is that bug crawling across the wall?" I don't think the bug cared about the particular wall it was on; what the color was, or its texture, or its inner structure, stability or functions. The bug was doing what it was 'creatively' intended to do. I, however, have the unique privilege of wondering about my inherent purpose and the responsibility of choosing to fulfill it, or not. I chose fulfillment.
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