Defining Purpose – A Poetic View

I wrote this last year and have kept it sitting in a notebook.  Lately, I am calling into question my purpose and am reflecting on regaining the Energy, excitement, and passion.


Energy, excitement, passion. Driving forces that accumulate in tiredness, disdain, and depression.

If there is no purpose.

One that embodies who you are,
What you do, and the means of how you do it.

Purposes are meant to be shared, disseminated, and delineated.
The dross needs to be identified, removed, to never be replaced.

Hidden purpose is no purpose at all, rather a reflection and reminder, a shield of protection of personal feelings or beliefs. It is the myopic representation of self, one that is void of creativity, creation, and the Creator.

Feedback smooths the edges of purpose and clears away the rubble. It needs constant shaving to remove the stubble. Wrinkles accumulate by carving out imperfections, they are battle scars of ripeness.

Great purpose comes at high cost. It is paid with pain, discouragement, and tribulation. The reward is the accumulation without that a great loss. It is the sediment that creates the strong foundation, one that stands the tsunamis and twisters that reek desolation and despair.

Purpose without feedback is like building your house with straw or on sand easily . If we model the Creator, our success is at Hand.

I am designed for a purpose, one that my Maker has chosen. To sculpt it I must deliver my purpose


About tribalthirst

A Coach, Mentor, and Life Long Learner
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