Life’s Purpose

The concept of PURPOSE is lost on some, I know. To them, it is some new age, granola, fuzzy thing. It is intangible therefore incomprehensible. It is “Amen” and “Om”. It is kumbaya. More than that, it requires what they are unwilling or unable to give. It requires a long, slow, deep look within. It requires the faith to believe life is more than birth and death with a ton of nothing framed between. It is finding meaning in the smallest, silliest of things.

It is vibrant as the sun and still as dark as night.
It is chaos and it is calm. It is heavy. It is light.
It is joy and sorrow both so big they overwhelm the reach of words.
It is in a baby’s laugh. It’s in the song of birds.
It is the ordinary and extraordinary. It is the here and there.
It is in wide open spaces or tight places that stifle out all air.
It is the space within the zero that anchors it in place.
It is the wind within you that helps you run your race.

All of which can only ever truly be seen when you look within yourself and ask your heart what they mean.