Coelho suggests something quietly radical: that purpose isn't something we hunt for in our thirties or forge through years of therapy, but rather something we already possess—buried in our earliest selves, waiting to be remembered. The real sting lies in that word "early"—it implies we've *already learned* what we need, which means our task isn't discovery but excavation, stripping away the noise our families and schools layered on top. A woman might realize at forty that her childhood obsession with fixing broken things, once dismissed as mere tinkering, was actually pointing her toward her calling as a therapist. Coelho's insight shifts the burden: we're not meant to invent ourselves from nothing, but to listen back to what we once knew.