When I attempt to think about purpose when it comes to life, I can surf the wave of thoughts until I come to the ultimate conclusion. That is that life as we know it will not last forever.
Eternity stretches wide in front of every being. We are aware that it exists, yet our comprehension of it is astonishingly low. We weren’t built to think about what happenings will occur hundreds, if not billions of years from now. Who am I to say what will become. The only thing I know for sure is that there is a time limit on things as simple as our human lives, to things as extraordinary as the death of the star we call our Sun. These things approach my thought process as I think about purpose.
Yet, purpose is what we make of it. The ultimate purpose of everything is unknowable. All we know is this moment, and in this moment we are alive. Every moment passes into the next moment seamlessly. All one can do is appreciate the time that one has, attending the minute particulars of all that is.
There I stood on the edge
Staring back at the Earth
The planet on which I was born
A story older than comprehension allows
As my eyes scanned Earth’s shining horizon
I let go of all my fears, my problems, and my pain
My body relaxed and waves of peace
Traveled up through my toes and my legs
Through my stomach, through my heart
Coursing through my arms, into my fingers
Into my brain, morphing my mind
I turned around and danced towards the sun
She is the most beautiful person in the world to me.
She is the wind that blew away all of my dark clouds and illuminated them with light from her sun.
She is the stars and the moon that glow in the night, revealing my path to me when I am lost in the dark.
She is the anchor that kept me from drifting into raging waters, a welcome weight to ground me when the tide rolls out.
She is the heat that warms me when I am cold of spirit.
She is a part of me, as I am of her. We were once connected in my womb, as one.
She is the reason, my reason.
My wonderful, incredible, and inspiring daughter. Lilah.
I’ve been dabbling in creative writing again. Some of it is in personal journal entries, and some in the form of a few weird short stories. I was debating on whether or not to post some of it here, especially since it is of personal nature. I decided that I will. It’s my blog after all.