We all have heard of the reason to be, that a person has a purpose in one's life. Whether small or huge, every human is given a particular task. We always forget what we want and do what we should, we are always lost of true purpose and do everything what we are told to or told not to. We can never get any time to think, just think about one's being. We never think, just do, just follow the same path, the same march to the sea of death. We stay the same, in our lane, follow the front, blindless through the path of life, then jump of the same cliff, die the same way. People often do try to cut the line, or make their own, but they all eventually follow through as they can walk different no more. They never try to run or to stop, they never think to fly. Flying is every flightless bird's dream, but they can't, cannot even try. They aren't afraid of heights no, they are afraid to fall. Fall in the same cage they escaped from. Some stay in the cage that's why and some die who dare to fly without the wings.
Enough of these metaphors, you see purpose is to follow the line, what you need to find is wings, the courage to do something different.
Yes some do struggle with change, but without it we would never be, (you know evolution and shit)
Finding purpose is the aim of death, the aim of life is to fly, to pass down what you found.
But we need purpose to even have the courage of different, of falling out of the line, marching to your own path. How do you find purpose?
As my inspiration once sang
"Are you searching for purpose?
Then write something, yeah it might be worthless
Then paint something then, it might be wordless
Pointless curses, nonsense verses
You'll see purpose start to surface
No one else is dealing with your demons
Meaning maybe defeating them
Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend."
So purpose is to create. After all life is not about finding oneself, but creating oneself. Create something only you know, find something only you know, be selfish don't tell anyone, but you need to stay alive as you're the only one who knows. Whether it's creating art, creating happiness, a tune, a song, a book, a poem, a paragraph or a word, a symbol or a sign, a meme or a laugh in someone's eyes, a tear in someone's heart or a smile in someone's blue. Create and discover, wander and think.
Mostly you need to try to think, stop and just breath. You will find it one day, even if that day is today or 60 years from now, you need to keep trying. It's never to late you know, you need to keep going on. The purpose of life is to pass on, you need to pass on your purpose, the line you left and the path you build. And then when you're at the edge of the cliff, you'll jump but you won't fall like the line you left, you will fly, fly a timeless flight. You won't be in the line no more, you will be in the sky, free, like a flightless bird who finally flew without giving a shit about gravity.
That's your purpose, to not fall in line. At least that's mine.
Poet's note: I know it's odd getting a bonus chap in middle of the series but ehh, I kinda wrote this for my college's magazine (but I'm scared to submit cause idk lmao) so I decided to post here and in my WordPress blog (btw my wordpress is poemofthesoul)
So yeah I hope you like it? Idk lmao enjoy.
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