Somewhere between your everyday life and the one you sense is waiting for you, there is a longing. It is this longing that makes you look for signs. Read books. Take courses. All the while, you wait. Maybe for years. You wait for certainty; a way to trust what you sense.

You get glimpses of who you are and what you are here to be, but it always feels just out of reach. Maybe you think you are imagining it.