When our daughter Lettice was three, she loved drawing faces. Like most parents, we enjoyed praising her efforts.
One day, she showed us a drawing of a face, which was recognisable as such, but had no eyes. “That’s wonderful, Lettice,” I said, “But where are the eyes?”
She gave me a look that children reserve for parents who are being particularly stupid. She held up her pencil, and said, “Here. In my pencil.”
Discovering our purpose, and learning to be more effective at making a difference, is about releasing our potential for fulfilment we keep locked up in our pencil.