she walked down the dirt covered road. a starry humid night paved the way with a dim light. a backpack heavy and full, she ventured home. she met with a pleasant face. it rained. it poured God's rain.
many months have passed on by and i look at the calendar and it dawns on me that i have a birthday in one week and 2 days... i will be a quarter of a century old.... and i have no idea who i am. the trials and tribulations, the joys and experiences have lead me to unearth many aspects of who i could be, and who i aspire to be.... but this person in this skin at this juncture in life is utterly confused as to her definition of self in its entirety.... all i really know... all that i can truly affirm is... that I am a child of God... and in His mercy I shall hope to remain.
around so many and alone nonetheless it is the nature of the beast to evoke emotions long left and unseen one doesnt need a crow bar to pry the closet open the skeletons loom daunting with their paralyzed form memories from a time and place pushed on replay open a window you cry let the light shine on in the sun isnt out however thy day will not begin.
the tides have turned and the moon has shown its many faces and i have yet to have figured out the true definition of purpose.... what purpose do i serve?
what purpose do we all serve? many religions and philosophers alike have attempted to resolve this age old inquiry... what is my sole purpose for being? many have come to conclude that we are part of a greater than thou experience which we should all strive to become part of in order to guarantee or inner beings, our souls, continual renewal and bliss, others take a more atheistic approach and condemn our destiny to becoming unified with the earth and its composites.
like the title of the book that has sold millions of copy.. the purpose of driven life... what is the drive behind the life? biologically speaking the purpose is the assurance that the species will see another turn of the century. the clock strikes twelve and we have not changed in over a millenia. what purpose do we serve? more importantly, what purpose do i serve? what is the purpose of my driven life? i question this on a daily basis. i am forever lead to believe that with each person one crosses paths with an impression is made and left to be carried... one that softly melds and molds us into the person we become. we are putty, malleable at the hands of our fellow man... assuredly this is why the adage exists.. to quote... "you are the company you keep."