What’s Your Purpose?


“Clarify your purpose. What is the why behind everything you do? When we know this in life or design it is very empowering and the path is clear.” – Jack Canfield

I often tell people that the few months I spent writing and posting my stories on Wattpad were the happiest I have yet to live. I have made the decision to see only the nostalgic beauty of those moments and not the absurd struggle.

Don’t you feel that sometimes we try so hard to turn real life into art? To turn our past into a story that could never be true? A story that is either better or worse than anything “real”?

The truth is that during those months I was barely surviving. I had just enough not to die. I had no friends, no life outside the one I was building with every story I wrote. Art offered me an escape from the cruel reality of being no one in particular. I was still invisible, but I didn’t care.

It didn’t take the pain away, it just made me feel as if some things were more important than pain. Or fear. Or death.

It is said that you don’t know what you really believe in until you’re willing to die for it. I say it’s the other way around. What we love most demands of us that we live, that we try to change the world according to this belief.

There was a time when writing was all I had…

Ever since I was thirteen I believed that I was meant to be a writer, that it was my inexorable destiny to become one. No matter what. Yeah, I gave up countless times, but I never lost hope. Such a powerful drug; hope. I always knew I would return to my stories and characters…

Maybe it’s delusional to think like this; that you have a higher purpose, that you were born in order to accomplish something. But in our darkest moments we tell ourselves that, over and over again, and somehow it makes us feel better. The world can’t stop us.

But then again, how many people choose to embrace such an illusion? How many people see the world for what it is? How do you even see the world in an objective manner?

If I could give people something truly meaningful, I’d offer them the ability to pursuit their biggest dream with unflinching determination. I’d give them the heart to follow this dream to the end of the world. No matter what. Because, honestly, there’s no other battle quite like it.

Here’s the thing. I’m what you’d call an independent writer. No one selling out to some big media corporation.

I write stuff. You read it. It’s that simple.

Now, I’m very grateful to be able to do this. But it’s not an accident. I’m not some rich guy with nothing better to do than read books and write articles. Daddy never bought me a Ferrari.

All I have is you. My readers. People who love what I do enough that they’re willing to help me keep being able to do it.

There’s no middle man here. I write stuff you like (or hate) and then I say, “Uhh, hey, mind giving me enough money so I don’t starve to death?” And then amazing people like you do. Because you rock. And you’d like to see more of this type of content. So you think to yourself, “Hey, maybe this guy Cristian deserves a good meal,” and then you give me enough money to go buy a cheeseburger.

That’s how it works, and that’s how it should work.

So if you’ve ever liked or shared an article of mine. If you’ve ever read something and thought, “Man, that’s amazing!” If something I’ve written has ever added an ounce of value to your life. Consider throwing me a few bucks.

That’s all it is. A few bucks to feed Cristian and help Cristian write more stuff. It allows me to keep doing what I love doing. And it keeps things simple. No middle man. No bullshit. Just me doing my thing and you reading and (hopefully) liking it.

So, just use the (not so) shiny donate button below and thank you so much for allowing me to do this.


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