“IF YOU CAN’T FIGURE OUT YOUR PURPOSE FIGURE OUT YOUR PASSION FOR YOUR PASSION WILL LEAD YOU RIGHT INTO YOUR PURPOSE”. One's passion is the driving force in one's life. At the time when I was moving like a clueless person, I found the purpose of my life. Amidst the shadows of COVID-19’s relentless storm, I, like countless others, found myself grappling with profound loss. Locked within the confines of home, isolated from the world, I bore the weight of grief with nowhere to turn. Each passing day seemed to bring news of another departure, another cherished soul lost to the merciless tide. In the depths of despair, an unexpected revelation emerged. With pen in hand and heart heavy with emotion, I turned to the solace of writing. What began as a desperate attempt to unburden my soul soon blossomed into an unforeseen passion. Words flowed from within me, pouring onto the page in a torrent of raw emotion and vulnerability. Before that moment, I had never realized the dormant talent that lay within me, waiting to be awakened. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, my newfound passion became not just a pastime, but a lifeline. Writing became my purpose, guiding me through the darkest of times and providing direction in the face of uncertainty. It was no longer merely a hobby; it was the very essence of my being, a source of solace and strength. In the rhythm of my words, I found peace. Each sentence, each stanza, became a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. And though the void of loss may never fully dissipate, in the act of writing, I discovered a sense of purpose that transcended the pain. For when I lay down my pen and the ink falls silent it is not just a page left empty, but a piece of myself left unspoken.