The purpose of life.... is a life of purpose (a quote from my fave book)...and I know my purpose in life....
Sometimes, I feel weary...trudging along. There were times when only my willpower saw me through. I remember there had been times when I had been too weak to fulfill the promises I made to myself....when I crawled on my knees....
I feel the blood rising in my mouth and I know I am making the effort to win. I draw my breath, raise my head, stare at the obstacles in my path.....and dare them to defeat me. I see my goal and the hourglass that I have......
I dont compete with those who started ahead of me..neither with those who are yet to come. I compete with the one person whom I know so well. My own self.....
I cant live as if I am guilty of living....cant live with fear of what I cant perceive....I dont bow before power or adversity....I bow in front of achievement.....
A restless soul...a wanderlust...and most of all......a free spirit......U can chain me down...but not my will to be free....
I know I shall succeed when I am overtaken by my purpose....consumed by my will....
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