How often are we asked so casually we rarely think about the possible answer to those simple questions like
“Who are you?’’, with a curious question to ask, if one single soul could fit into this question, “Who are you really?”
“What do you want to do?”, a question so naive to ask, if only what we do dines who we are but the real question is “Are you becoming the person you really want to become in this life you are in?”...
Yet the weight of those answers are form of your ego wanting to believe the answer to that moment
With beneath those ease lies a hidden plea of the question, “Do you really know yourself?” To who might really be
Now those question also lies a grace of thought, exploring the real connection between yourself to what’s beneath the cosmos of the universe you might needed to become...
Yet beyond these mirrors of thy self, are the answers we are called long to know, if we cannot name this purpose
Then we cannot understand what we truly are, what we are born for from our origins that are too vast, from our essence sublime
To know the Universe’s purpose is like claiming the thread we are born into, that infinite connection where all life spread...
Drifting in seas both near and far, not knowing a year spent on the same location, without any direction, without any goal
This purpose they say defines the core of your soul, who decides what we’re really striving for, a purpose found in the things we do, the task, the goals in behind the achievement’s truth
Is it hidden that soon to be discovered? A whisper or a hum from those quiet call that we are about to go to, so now without a purpose, how could we even stand?...
That look of the truth that never lies
You are not your work, but does shapes who you are
You are not their praise or their criticisms
To seek yourself is to seek your soul
