There
comes a time when you must find your purpose. Not the one that is written in
any text. Not the one that is counted by pieces of fiber and cotton. A real
purpose-we cannot simply exist to follow the footprints in the sand and watch
the waves wash them away.
Our will is that of survival. But in order to
survive one must create something that is worthy of that task. Steel crumbles
over time. Wood burns to ashes and blows away. But words can lasts forever.
Passed down orally, transformed digitally and shared forever.
Finding
a cure for a disease will save lives, kindness spreads and knowledge enlightens
all those that seek it. As we live in a world that is self- centered- artificial
prophets arise for profits. Individuals are indoctrinated and baptized into
toxic waters that drown all hopes of love and forgiveness.
Seek
a life that is worthy. Not one that is full of judgment and demands the
persecuting of others. Try to create something that will remain in this realm
forever. Like flying in an X-Wing fighter and destroying the Death Star.
Imagine
the possibilities not just success. Success is often only celebrated for a
moment. A moment that is quickly covered by another moment- someone else has to
shine below the lights, and have their run around the track.
Possibilities
are endless. The world is in our hands. Our pockets- But who's world are you
in? Is it theirs? Or is it yours? I
share mine. So share yours. Your possibilities are endless- mine have just
begun.