The Pursuit of Purpose.

desert

Along a lonely journey, in a distant path with the end is nowhere in sight. Forward.

The silhouette of my fellow man follows behind me and i wonder if we see the same. Did they hear the gentle melody of the wind sing, ‘hush my dear’?

Did they feel the ground hold still for me, Did they feel the sun warm skin. Did they stand in front of a giant mother tree that cast a shadow to shelter me. I looked around me and saw nature that never faltered in its ways, I saw a sense of purpose.

Keep faith in sight and fulfill your purpose.

Prose by Kea Mooka

 

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