What Is Purpose?
You ever feel your life has no purpose?
Like a stringless kite, waiting for the wind to decide your way.
Or an unformed block of clay, praying for fate to shape your surface.
Believing that inside, you have a purpose, but not knowing what it could be.
Is it to see how long I can stay alive? Thrive, to spite all my mistakes?
Be brave until this bad luck breaks?
Or should I climb a spiritual mountain, and plant my freak flag at the peak?
Work to not seem weak in the presence of powerful people.
Be less of a lesser, and more of an equal? The first of my kind, and not just a sequel.
Should I learn to love instead of hate? Is purpose bait to trap my future,
or a beast, just waiting to be released?
Maybe Purpose is about moving in a direction of my own choosing.
Strengthening my relevance while exposing invisible elephants.
Evolving the universe one Me at a time. Finding a better fulcrum for my lever.
Investing effort to make sure Now is not Forever.
Crossing a bridge made of my potential. Stop acting optional and accept that I’m essential.
Allowing my soul to finally become unfurled.
Someday, writing enough words to explain the world! Oh… there it is.