Life's Purpose.
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits. I’m writing this letter in the whee hours of the night. It’s about 2:00 AM. I’m awake this late, or early contingent upon how you look at it, because I was unable to sleep. I’ve been toiling with my purpose for some time now. Although I know what it is; I find it difficult to live in it sometimes. Not because it’s difficult, but because sometimes I get lazy or distracted or disheartened because the results, I tell myself I’m supposed to yield aren’t there.