A PURPOSEFUL LIFE

Previously

…A space filled with the echoes of Marcus’s questions, with the potential of undiscovered seeds, and with a nascent understanding that perhaps, the most significant purpose of all was simply to be present, to be curious, and to be willing to tend to the garden of one’s own life. The fear of being unremarkable hadn’t vanished entirely, but it felt smaller now, dwarfed by the quiet promise of exploration. She looked down at the leaf, its vibrant colour a testament to its brief, purposeful existence. And for the first time in a long time, Eleanor felt a stirring of anticipation, not for what she might achieve, but for what she might discover.