I often find myself struggling, Trying desperately to keep hold of this thing we call life. Its meaning rushes and hurries away from me, Like it has but one chance to finally be free from my fatal grasp. I wish I could hold onto it And squeeze it tightly in my hand, not minding the …
Tag Archives: Purpose
Letting go
Trembling stumbling forward I am losing my grip on this world on this thing we call life. Its meaning escapes me now or perhaps I never truly knew it at all … And just like that I forget what it is I am desperately clinging on to or why so I just let go …
The magic of time
Do you remember when we used to frolic through the dry and barren fields of our small town, with nothing on but our smiles and our youth? Our lives are so disparate now, sister. You, a mother, a wife, an entire life. And I, a mere soul, lost, wandering, wondering when mine will begin.
My purpose, or lack thereof (revisited)
I figured it out! Took me a couple of weeks but I finally figured out my purpose! I have ultimately decided that my life’s purpose, or the purpose of life in general, is perhaps, nothing, nothing at all. Maybe if the purpose of life is nothing, then it can literally be anything and everything all …
my purpose, or lack thereof (unedited)
I often wonder what my purpose is in life. This idea has rattled around inside my brains for years but it has been bothering me more and more recently. How is one supposed to feel important? Useful? Purposeful? How does one do it? I don’t know what my purpose is nor the purpose of life …
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