"do I have a purpose?". Lately it's been all I think about, does my life have meaning whilst I'm deep in my own thoughts questions arise that make me forget why I even asked myself this question.
It's been a rollercoaster of emotions for me lately, I'd just won the war on religion but still the battle on self-purpose waged on. I've been asked to stare into my soul, discover who I am it leaves me to wonder will I like what I find and lately I have discovered that a strange new light could be as frightening as the dark. I've always liked to believe I've been honest with myself from the get go but sometimes I feel have lied to myself and what's worst than a Man who can't stay true to himself? Maybe it's been a ruse, Maybe Purpose is overrated but then again how would I know if I haven't found mine? Fore you start thinking I've been laying around waiting for purpose to come to me I've actually searched and this is what this story is about and maybe I'll let y'all tell me if I did find it and if I didn't does that make me a Lesser Human?
