Finding purpose

I wanted to come back with a bang. With some profound revelation about life and its intricacies. Instead, I present myself humbly before you with nothing, because I have gained nothing but ideas.

It always irked me that I can’t feel as purposeful as when I was dancing competitively. Although my overall life is better now compared to back then, they seemed pointless. I am rapped in a state of constant yearning for something more colorful or anything that can make my heart beat faster.

I knew that it wasn’t right for me. To be chasing after the dreams of others and the goals that others defined for themselves. That is when It occurred to me that I wasn’t living consciously with my choices and my efforts are spread evenly between both the important and mundane.

Salvation came in the form of pen & paper producing answers at an excruciatingly slow pace that seem to last forever. Each word ladened themselves with responsibility to be etched onto paper like carvings on marble. I felt weights lifting off my shoulders. Clouds that originally blocked my vision began clearing themselves. A transformation within remolded me as I trace each lines of each letter in ink. They told me that this is the piece that I’ve been missing.

And this is how the story came to be. Of a man finding himself in dreaming of the future. Feeling overwhelmed by terrible purpose, knowing that the dream of who he is going to be is greater than himself. Yet he must follow it or perish following it.

The story starts with: “A man sat down one day and made decisions of who he wants to be.”