Your doubts hinder your desire to create.

No man was ever forged in certainty, nor was anything ever created unperturbed by incertitude. This fear, masked as dubiety, is a harbinger of your destiny.

Remember that the next time doubt enshrouds you, it is the North Star guiding you to the unknown lands of fortune.

Between what you love to do and what you do, exists a chasm.

Like many, you chose the green paper to safeguard your survival, while inadvertently you opened the door to the shadow of gloom. It was not your choice, but rather a path forced upon you by societal conditioning.

But there is a way to bridge the abyss, and it lies in reaching equilibrium by using your beloved vocation to fulfill the demands of mankind.

What do you want to learn?
A question never asked throughout your school years.

From the earliest days in school, you never learned what you wished, but only what you were told─questioning was not allowed.

Through the years, you lost touch with your inclinations. Forgotten, they held no weight in your future choices. Inevitably, you chose what promised a good living.

Years later, in a sudden moment of clarity, you confront your reality. You see the resemblance between you and a machine: executing, but unaware of why.

It is time to rethink your life: to reclaim what you truly wanted to learn, to be, and to do.

Purpose is the whole that fills the hollow within you.

We are born with an intrinsic need for meaning. It is a vacuum in our core, so gravitational that it will swallow anything to occupy that void—even what could never satiate its hunger.

Fortunately, we have been endowed with the ability to design our own world, and thus, consciously, we can devise our purpose.

As time goes by, life withers under the shadow of boredom. There, the yearning for what the future may unfold fades.

Gloom permeates all dimensions of our existence, and thus we live as if we were in a barren desert, scavenging for survival.

Esteem arrives in jarred likes. Meaning congeals in routine. Bliss lives in fleeting puffs. These are meager attempts to shine a light in the darkness of our lives.

Contrary to what we may think, there is a source of power that radiates light as bright as the sun. This force fulfills our longing for meaning and, as a consequence, sparks our desire for living.

This elusive thing is our purpose: our Life's Task.

Live as if you were dead.

So neither success nor failure defines you, nor do the opinions of others trouble you.

Remember: when your work is finished, your job is done. As for the worth of your creation, its judgment belongs to others.

Happiness cannot depend on achievement.

It is a way of living. It coalesces from your Life's Task and personal fulfillment. It is a state where production is no longer a score and time is abundant

Treat life like a game of probabilities.

What you yearn for might be possible, but not everything is under your control. Chaos rules the universe, and thus unpredictability is the law.

What you aim for must have the best odds, or it will fail. Increase these odds by fusing your goals with your natural predispositions.

To win in life, you must tamper with the dice of the cosmos.

The era of the average has ended.

Since 1760, technology has been redefining the way we produce. It has been both the catalyst for progress and the disruptor of craftsmanship---the factory replaced the tailor, the camera supplanted the painter, and the algorithm obsoleted the translator.

Yet, there is a paradox in the wake of this disruption: some tailors, painters, and translators still thrive. This prosperity now belongs only to the experts. Those who have aligned their inclinations and forte to reach mastery are the ones who flourish.

Are you lucky or unlucky?

Luck, and its absence,result from forces beyond our imagination.

In the depths of the universe, chaos molded the galaxies, stars, and Earth through an unpredictable cascade of events. An organized chaos where nothing can be predicted and everything is left to chance.

This randomness dripped into our conception; we are one mere chance out of one hundred million.

Even before your first breath, luck has been omnipresent.