Life's Purpose
To live without purpose
would be
the greatest curse,
to be left
with nothing to strive towards.
Direction has been
constant
in my life.
When surroundings change,
my goals do not.
If not for my goals
and desires
then there would also
be no reason for motion.
Motion begs for purpose.
Motion without purpose
is waste.
Life without motion
is pointless.
A world without life
is bleak.
Purpose is everything.
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