Friday, December 11, 2015


It's a curious thing, purpose. Something so vital, yet so rarely deliberated on. Doesn't the whole of this existence beg the question of purpose? Doesn't each breath stir the contemplative curiousities lying within? Have you ever witnessed something so utterly beautiful or something swaddled in tragedy and examined the instant quest to discover purpose. A reaction so intermingled with our very fiber of existence it passes as quickly as a shallow breath?

Do we exist merely to exist, or is there purpose yet for you and I? Are we the concoction of fatalistic chance or characters in a dazzling, dramatic epic?

You must decide this for yourself, however we must make one allowance to reach the point of decision.

You must allow yourself to be free enough to simply ask. 

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