Misery.

Your mountain. Your boulder. You.

That’s all that matters.

The soul had an option, not to take birth. It did not take birth to survive, it was always surviving. It took birth to accomplish something that it could not do without a body.

That something is your mountain. That something is your boulder.

When you are away from your mountain, you feel miserable. That misery is an indicator that it’s time to change things.

We are not here to survive, we are here on a mission.