Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Purpose
Purpose. The Exclamation mark on this routine we call life. The one thing that some believe they have but cannot pinpoint what it is. Why everything starts, and why everything ends. Purpose. So taking this in perspective, why are we alive? Are we born to die? To a pessimist maybe, but to a person who seeks greater things, we are born to live, and only die when we cannot live any more. Life!?... Yet another another enigma. A question that cannot be answered in words, but only displayed in time. So eminent to some, so meaningless to others. Life, Purpose. With this in mind, you can ask yourself, "why am I alive?" If your eyes roll to the upper left corner of your head, maybe life doesn't mean the same to you as it does to me. Or maybe we are all blinded by this idea called "life". But at least in the dark I am searching for the light....thus giving me purpose.
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that undeniable, insatiable curiousity of why? what am I doing, why am I doing....each step determines the next...the perspective of walking, but where and why....for what reason, temporary or long term... purpose...of who I am ...what I am...sounds like definition.... the right foot pivots at an angle the left doesn't have many choices if it turns the wrong way, I might fall then I will get up if I don't fall too hard... the purpose to fall is the reason my foot turned at a pivot or because my left foot didn't follow..therefore purpose, why am I here.....to do what.. in this smokey cloud of I don't knows and not enough time to "know don't I"...therefore I say "purpose" purpose, purpose....yet tomorrow is already here.......the next step will let me know where the next one ends at a beginning..the pure essence of purpose or seeking.."to know"
--touché
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