This week during a mentoring session, we ended up speaking about purpose. And it was interesting to witness how quickly the conversation became connected to work. To finding “the thing.” The business. The path. The bigger mission. Almost as if our purpose always has to become something visible in the outside world. And while we were speaking, I suddenly saw how deeply I used to live inside that same confusion myself.

For years, I thought my purpose had to become my work. Or maybe even more honestly… I thought my work had to fully carry my purpose. I believed there had to be one clear thing I was meant to build, create, offer, or embody through service. And because of that, I unconsciously started tying my identity to the role I played for others.

In the spiritual world, this can become very confusing. Because somewhere along the way, spirituality also became productivity. Healing became something to master. Purpose became something to monetize. Service became something we had to turn into a business model. And suddenly even our deepest gifts started being measured through visibility, income, reach, success, followers, impact. As if the value of our medicine only became real once it could sustain itself financially or become something recognizable in the outside world. And I understand it deeply, because I have lived inside that myself for years.

There were moments where I genuinely confused service with identity. Where I didn’t really know anymore who I was outside of supporting, guiding, holding, creating, offering. My purpose became so connected to the work I was doing, that every change inside of my business suddenly felt deeply personal. If my direction shifted, I felt uncertain. If I desired rest, I felt guilty. If I changed as a person, I questioned my work. Because when purpose and identity become fully merged together, there is very little space left to simply be human. And I think many people carry this.

Especially people who genuinely want to contribute something meaningful to the world. Somewhere we started believing that if we carry medicine, wisdom, depth, creativity, or healing energy… we must do something with it. Build something with it. Offer something with it. Turn it into something useful. But what if not every soul gift is meant to become a business? What if some things are simply meant to be lived? What if your soul also wants experiences that have absolutely nothing to do with productivity, purpose, visibility, or service?

What if your soul wants slowness.
Friendship.
Love.
Nature.
Art.
Silence.
Sensuality.
Family.
Beauty.
Rest.
Joy without outcome.

What if your soul came here not only to support others… but also to fully experience being human yourself? Because I think many of us are still carrying this unconscious belief that our value lives in how much we give. And the spiritual world can sometimes reinforce this beautifully disguised pressure. This idea that we should constantly evolve, heal, transform, optimize, serve, align, expand. That every gift must become purpose-driven. Every passion must become income. Every talent must become contribution. But the soul doesn’t move in the same way capitalism does.

The soul is not constantly asking:
“How can this become productive?”
“How can this become successful?”
“How can this become useful?”

Sometimes the soul simply wants to experience life.

To love deeply.
To feel.
To create without outcome.
To rest without guilt.
To laugh.
To sit under trees.
To dance.
To disappear from the noise for a while.
To exist without constantly turning existence into purpose.

This realization softened something inside of me. And maybe as you are reading this, it may land for you too. I no longer feel that my business has to carry the full weight of my existence. Yes, my work matters to me deeply. It is part of my path. It is part of what I love. It is one of the ways my heart moves through the world.

But it is not the totality of who I am. The business may have a mission. But the soul has its own deeper movement. Sometimes those overlap beautifully. And sometimes the soul simply wants to live.