Twelve / Twenty Five / Two Thousand and Eight'

I’m starting to believe in my purpose every day as the days go by. I realize I can no longer float aimlessly through life and watch life pass me by. A frozen cast away of time in a virtual stand still is not cutting it. I mustn’t attempt but push to act on the best ways and methods to break the mold of stagnant possibility. Life is an adventure, it is a love, it is a passion, it is something to not only aspire to see unfold but to delicately unfold with each show of faith. I am realizing that my faith has been shifting a bit on the scale of balance but I feel the benefit of this awareness is the greatest step to correcting the problem.

I have to constantly wonder what my purpose is because every time I remember I become a reflection of someone else's dedication instead. That cannot be my story. I feel this amazing desire to want to affect change. To Want to be something greater than I’ve been. To build on enterprise on a foundation of beautiful ideas. To equate fairness and justice with realities of true sensibility. I’m sure it can be done, however, my burden of shame holds me back. Productivity needs strong will…do I have it?

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