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Purpose


What we must all find ourselves, is the hardest to find of all. Though many shoot for the moon, many of us fall. So why are we here? On this rock so round. Are we to work and work until the sun goes down? Are we to trouble over lives that are not our own? Or are we to wither away and die alone? Are we to wage wars, spread fear and hate? To fight, persecute, discriminate? What truly is our Purpose in life? Tis not a destination, rather a journey. We are to be who we are meant to be. This is decided by Him, as said In the words of those before, Isaiah 46:10. “Declaring the end from the beginning and from ancient times things not yet done, saying, ‘My counsel shall stand, and I will accomplish all my purpose” We are to comprehend what He has planned for us ahead And complete said duty before we meet our eternal bed. We must find our one true meaning of existence and life. Our obligation, our calling, our inalienable right. We were created for a purpose, with a purpose. Though one must not forget: This journey? Give it your best, and never ever regret. When this is fulfilled you may retire, and He will greet you and say, “Welcome my friend. I knew you would find it someday”.
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