I believe I’ve given up on my purpose so that I can live effortlessly without worrying about it.
Are we too programmed for survival?
It’s only now that I realize, hearing the voices and seeing the faces of the ones I love, brings me the most joy I could ever fathom.
Does this mean love is synonymous with life?
Giving up on my purpose is making it easier for me to live freely. Being unbeknownst, or simply anonymous, makes it easier for me to let it go. Loosening the reins on my direction eases the pressure off my present. My hands red and bruised from the tight grip around the ropes of my imaginary future filled purpose. Setting myself free of it has never felt so wonderful. Like a wild horse finally released in the Mediterranean meadows.