Purpose
Don't let your past become your future.

Ralph Profitt | December 27, 2017

A life without a purpose, plan, or goal is running on empty.
Wearily surviving,
Existing without the reward of a life well lived.
A listless reality in the pilgrimage of time.
A wandering generality through the routines of life.
In the shallows of ambiguity;
Neither hot, nor cold.
An absence of enthusiasm, or discipline driving will.
For a meaningful specific,
With no sustainable, nor discernible sense of direction.

Other chances at progress; While there was still time To alter, modify, and act.
To be more of what you have in you to be.

Nor apparent ambition, or energetic goals;
To necessarily live or die for a special someone;
Or Something.
Never accomplishing the potential satisfaction,
Arduous challenges, enhancements,
Or other gratifications and fulfillments of opportunity.
And possible achievements that can hopefully make a difference.
Not only for your own betterment;
Of others; as well.
Yet, maybe weighted down; perhaps with doubts,
Worries, uncertainties, insecurities,
And possible fear of failure.
Afraid to try; knowing neither victory,
Nor defeat.
Neither winner, nor loser;
For which you cannot be criticized, evaluated;
Nor held responsible.
While unknown fates may hold you more accountable;
For what you might have done, and didn't do.
With more fully used potential skills, talents, and abilities;
That will languish, grow weak; and die,
With an unexamined life, of marvelous possibilities.
Amidst a lingering tragedy of an unsatisfied being;
Lacking peace, purpose, and voice;
Wasted on gifted potentials.
More occupied, pursuing idle pleasures of the moment,
And distracted assaults of boredom.

Other chances at progress; While there was still time To alter, modify, and act.
To be more of what you have in you to be.

Surrounded with layers of convenient procrastinations,
And excuses;
Failing other chances at procrastinations;
Other chances at progress;
While there was still time
To alter, modify, and act.
To be more of what you have in you to be.
To make a difference in your forsaken horizons.
A sadness in missing the exciting unknowns of discovery.
To live, love, and learn more
About the wondrous curiosities of life;
And some of its many meanings.
For this, and other transitions;
As the clock of life ticks on for us all.
In the passages of time,
As nothing endures;
But change
With, or without us.
Maybe you will be remembered;
Perhaps forgotten.
Leaving one with painful regrets,

Other chances at progress; While there was still time To alter, modify, and act.
To be more of what you have in you to be.

And a lingering burden;
Always wondering.
Mourning unrealized expectations
Of what might have been?

Someone once told me the definition of Hell: The last day you have on earth, the person you became will meet the person you could have become.
Anonymus

 
 


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