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Ongoing, First published Feb 06, 2016
What is the meaning of life? What is the point of living? Why should you value your life? This poem is meant for people to ponder just what their life means to them. The life of a man, when he starts as a boy, is undeniably precious. A boy will believe the best of everything in the  world, and believe that they can face anything and everything. Their belief is so potent, so all consuming, that it's breathtaking. As a teen, they are more mature and are entering the real world, a world where not everything is as good and as easy as they once believed. As they grow older into young adults, young men, they want something to do, something to fight for. They enter a stage where they want to fight a good fight, win their love, and build a family. They will face many hardships along this path, and nothing will always go their way. But in the end, through perseverance, they can stride and achieve. 

"Life's a journey, not a destination." ----Ralph Emerson
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Why am I here? What is my purpose? What is the meaning of life? Why am I alive? It seems that since the dawn of time we have been asking ourselves this very question. Kings and philosophers have puzzled and theorized, and paupers and plebeians toil under the sun wondering if there's more to life. Even today we seem to be frantically running here or there trying to get the latest scoop, wondering if someone has finally figured it out. People look high and low, and they try a number of things only to still feel unhappy and dissatisfied. In my own life, the only thing that has made me truly happy and given me peace for my soul is God. He has been the chief help in combating my anxiety and depression. For me, God has been the foundation that I've placed my life around and have built my identity. I write about how I've found purpose, peace and how you can too! Jesus loves you and has an amazing plan for your life! Buckle up, and let's read about the purpose of your life and how to find real peace!