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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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