Peeling an artichoke

The large leathery scales forming a tight rosette are pulled off one by one....It's like peeling an artichoke, once you take the first leaf off, there is an urging need to continue peeling until you reach the fleshy, edible part: the heart. It seems right now that this is the only purpose of my life. Unleashing layers and layers of unwanted dimensions to be able to connect with the inner source, to understand the purpose and to be able to fulfill it.