Live with Purpose


The roses in my garden, that grow for the sheer joy of blooming, emanate an extraordinarily magical scent. The flowers from the market, grown as a means to an end, have no scent at all. Once we take the joy out of living, our own essence will fade as well.

                
 

 

    Do only what brings you a sense of

             inner delight and purpose

 
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