The Purpose Within

...What’s My Purpose?...

A reflective tale of a man searching for meaning beyond his daily routine, uncovering how small actions can create lasting impact.

What’s My Purpose?

The train rattled beneath Kota’s feet as he stared out the window, watching Tokyo’s skyline blur into a watercolor of lights and shadows. The city stretched endlessly, vibrant and alive, but none of it seemed to touch him. His reflection in the glass stared back at him—tired eyes, a neatly pressed suit, and a faint, lingering question in the creases of his brow.

He turned away from the window and glanced at his phone. It was already past 9 PM. Another late night at the office, another project completed, another promotion on the horizon. Yet the satisfaction that should have come with success was nowhere to be found.

Kota adjusted his tie and sighed. What am I even doing?

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The Machine

At 35, Kota had mastered the art of living by society’s rules. He had climbed the corporate ladder at one of Japan’s leading tech firms, bought a spacious apartment in Minato, and dined at restaurants that required reservations months in advance.

His parents were proud. His colleagues envied his career. His friends joked about his endless work ethic.

But when Kota came home each night, the silence of his apartment felt louder than any applause. He moved through his days like a machine, efficient and precise, but hollow.

There had been moments, fleeting and uninvited, where the question surfaced. During a rare quiet weekend. In the middle of a meeting. On long walks through the city.

What’s my purpose?

But Kota always buried it. There was no time for such indulgent thoughts. Life wasn’t about purpose—it was about progress. Or so he told himself.

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The Catalyst

It was a rainy Thursday when everything began to unravel. Kota was presenting a quarterly report to the executive team, his slides immaculate, his delivery flawless. But halfway through his presentation, he froze.

The words on the screen blurred. His chest tightened. For a moment, he couldn’t breathe.

“Kota? Are you alright?” someone asked.

He nodded quickly, apologizing and resuming the presentation. But the moment haunted him for the rest of the day.

That night, alone in his apartment, Kota finally allowed himself to confront the feeling he’d been avoiding for years. He sat on his couch, the city lights spilling through his window, and whispered to the empty room: Why does this feel so meaningless?

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The Search

Kota began reading. Books on philosophy, memoirs of people who had left everything behind to find themselves, essays on happiness and fulfillment. He watched documentaries about artists, activists, and explorers—people who seemed to live with a fire he couldn’t understand.

He started journaling, something he hadn’t done since he was a teenager. At first, the entries were short and scattered:

Why am I doing this job?

What do I actually enjoy?

Do I even know who I am anymore?

But over time, the words came more freely. He wrote about his childhood dreams of being an inventor, of creating something that could change lives. He wrote about the pressure he’d felt to choose a “safe” career, to make his parents proud. He wrote about the moments when he’d felt most alive—hiking in the mountains, building gadgets in his garage as a teenager, helping a junior colleague solve a problem.

Slowly, patterns began to emerge.

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The Mirror

Kota decided to visit his hometown, a quiet coastal village he hadn’t returned to in years. He needed space to think, to reflect.

One evening, as he walked along the shoreline, he ran into Mr. Tanaka, his old high school teacher. They talked for hours, reminiscing about the past.

“You were always so curious,” Tanaka said, smiling. “Always asking questions, always building things. Do you still do that?”

Kota hesitated. “Not anymore. Life got... busy.”

Tanaka studied him. “You know, when you were young, you didn’t care about impressing anyone. You just wanted to create. Maybe that’s what you’re missing.”

That night, Kota stared at the waves and thought about Tanaka’s words. When did I stop creating?

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Small Steps

Back in Tokyo, Kota began experimenting. He bought a 3D printer and started building small devices in his free time—nothing groundbreaking, just simple tools to solve everyday problems.

At first, it felt frivolous, like a distraction from his “real” work. But as the weeks went by, he noticed a shift. He started looking forward to his evenings, his hands busy with wires and circuits.

He also began mentoring younger colleagues, sharing his knowledge and helping them navigate their own careers. It was something he’d always enjoyed but had never prioritized.

The question What’s my purpose? didn’t feel as daunting anymore. It wasn’t about finding a single answer but about reconnecting with what made him feel alive.

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The Leap

After a year of rediscovery, Kota made a decision that surprised everyone—including himself. He resigned from his corporate job.

It wasn’t a reckless move; he’d spent months planning his next steps. With his savings and newfound clarity, he launched a small startup focused on creating affordable, sustainable tech solutions for rural communities.

The work was challenging, the hours long, and the uncertainty constant. But for the first time in years, Kota felt a sense of purpose.

He wasn’t just working; he was contributing to something bigger than himself.

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A Life Reimagined

Now, at 38, Kota’s life looks nothing like it did three years ago. His apartment is smaller, his income modest, but his days are filled with meaning.

He wakes up each morning not with dread but with curiosity. His work brings tangible change to people’s lives, and his evenings are spent creating, mentoring, and dreaming of new possibilities.

Kota doesn’t have all the answers, but he’s learned that purpose isn’t a destination—it’s a process.

And every day, as he watches his team build something new, as he walks through neighborhoods where his devices have made a difference, he feels it:

This is what I’m meant to do.

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