The Map Without a Destination

Adem stood at the edge of the bustling Lagos street, his briefcase heavy—not with files, but with the weight of questions he’d been carrying for years. The world around him moved with purpose: vendors shouting prices, commuters weaving through traffic, schoolchildren laughing as they ran. But Adem? He felt like an extra in his own life, stuck in a loop of routine with no clear reason why.

For years, he'd done everything right: earned good grades, landed a stable job, paid his bills, and maintained polite conversations. But at night, when the city’s noise faded, there was an emptiness no paycheck could fill.

"Is this it?" he often wondered, staring at the ceiling. "Is this what life is supposed to be?"

One evening, after another uninspiring day at work, Adem’s path crossed with someone who seemed to move differently—an elderly artist named Mama Fejiro, sketching by the roadside. There was a quiet confidence in the way she held her pencil, as if every stroke had meaning. Curious, Adem approached.

"What are you drawing?" he asked.

Without looking up, she replied, "Not drawing. I’m capturing stories."

Adem frowned. "But it’s just lines and shapes."

She finally glanced at him, her eyes sharp and amused. "That’s because you’re looking without seeing. What’s your story?"

Adem chuckled, trying to deflect. "I work at a finance firm. Nothing special."

Mama Efe shook her head. "That’s what you do, not who you are. Big difference."

Her words lodged in his mind like a splinter. For the first time, he realized he had no answer to that simple question: What’s your story?

The Journey Inward

Days turned into weeks, but Adem couldn’t shake the conversation. One evening, frustrated, he grabbed a notebook and scribbled at the top: “What is my purpose?”

No answers came. Just more questions.

Until he remembered something Mama Efe said before he left: "If you can’t find your story, start by learning the stories of others."

So that’s what he did.

Adem began asking questions—not just to himself, but to people he met. A cab driver who dreamed of becoming a poet. A street vendor saving to open a restaurant. His colleague, Sade, who secretly wrote children’s books to honor her late mother.

Their stories weren’t extraordinary by society’s standards, but they were rich with something Adem craved: purpose.

Through these conversations, patterns emerged. He noticed how people’s eyes lit up when they talked about things that mattered to them. It wasn’t always grand ambitions—it was the small, meaningful things: mentoring a student, creating art, raising a child, helping a stranger.

Purpose, he realized, wasn’t some distant treasure to be discovered. It was woven into the fabric of daily life, hidden in plain sight.

The Six Lessons Adem Learned About Purpose

Purpose Gives Drive:

Adem noticed that people with purpose didn’t just get through the day—they moved through it. They had a spark, even when life was hard. Purpose wasn’t about waking up happy every day; it was about having a reason to try.

Purpose Builds Relationships:

The deeper he dug into people’s stories, the more connected he felt. Shared passions created bonds. Conversations became more than small talk; they were bridges.

Purpose Gives Direction:

Decisions became clearer. People with purpose didn’t agonize over every choice because they had a compass. They knew what aligned with their values and what didn’t.

Purpose Gives Value:

It wasn’t about external validation. Purpose made people feel like they mattered—not because of what they achieved, but because of what they contributed.

Purpose Reduces Comparison:

Adem realized he’d spent years comparing himself to others, feeling “behind.” But people with purpose weren’t fixated on competition. They were too focused on their own journeys to worry about someone else’s finish line.

Purpose Reduces Stress:

Life’s chaos didn’t disappear for these people, but purpose acted like an anchor. Even when storms hit, they had something steady to hold onto.

The Unexpected Turn

One day, Adem found himself back near Mama Fejiro’s usual spot. She was there, sketching as always.

"Back again?" she teased without looking up.

Adem smiled. "I think I’ve found my story."

She set down her pencil, finally meeting his gaze. "Oh? And what is it?"

"I’m a storyteller."

Mama Fejiro raised an eyebrow. "But you don’t write or draw, do you?"

"No," Adem said, "but I listen. I collect stories—not with a pen, but with my heart. And somehow, sharing them helps people feel seen. That’s enough for me."

Mama Fejiro’s smile was subtle but proud. "Ah, so you’ve learned. Purpose isn’t a job title. It’s how you choose to show up in the world."

Adem nodded. His job hadn’t changed. His routines were still the same. But everything felt different because he was no longer living by accident.

He was living with intention.

What About You?

💬 Have you found your purpose?

💡 What stories have shaped your journey?

👇 Share your thoughts in the comments—I’d love to hear your story.

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