Discovering Purpose: A Tale of the First Kiss

Dear friends, today I want to share a story from my youth, a tale that taught me about the essence of purpose. It’s a story as old as time, yet as fresh as the morning dew. It’s about my first kiss.

The Encounter

It was the summer of ’65. I was a sprightly lad of 15, with a heart full of dreams and a head full of mischief. That’s when I met her – Emily. With her radiant smile and sparkling eyes, she was the epitome of youthful exuberance. We became fast friends, and soon, I found myself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

The First Kiss

One balmy evening, under the starlit sky, I mustered the courage to express my feelings. As our lips met, time seemed to stand still. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment that would forever be etched in my memory. But more than the kiss, it was the realization that followed which left a lasting impact.

The Realization

In that fleeting moment, I discovered my purpose. It wasn’t about the kiss, it was about the connection, the bond, the mutual respect, and understanding. My purpose was to cherish and nurture these connections, to make people feel loved and valued. It was a profound revelation that shaped the course of my life.

Lessons Learned

Friends, the story of my first kiss is not just a tale of young love. It’s a lesson about finding your purpose. Purpose is not something grand or extravagant. It’s about finding meaning in the simple, everyday moments. It’s about making a difference, no matter how small, in the lives of those around you.

So, I urge you to seek your purpose. Look beyond the obvious, delve deep into your experiences, and you’ll find it waiting for you. And remember, once you find your purpose, hold onto it, nurture it, and let it guide you through the journey of life.

Until next time, keep seeking, keep discovering.

Yours,

Kev