Oh, this one cuts straight to the soul.

For me? It’s purpose. Not the kind handed to you by society or boxed into a five-year plan—but the deeper kind. The kind that simmers under your skin when everything else goes quiet. It’s that knowing that my life isn’t just for me. That I’m meant to leave something behind—an imprint, a shift, a spark in someone else’s fire.

Direction, for me, comes from a combination of ancestral wisdom, intuition, and creative vision. When I’m lost, I listen. Not to noise—but to dreams, to whispers during meditation, to the feeling that rises when I create something that feels right. That’s my compass. And when in doubt, I ask: Does this align with truth, with beauty, with liberation?

Because if not—why am I walking that path at all?

How about you—what anchors you when the world gets loud?