DrGray003's Daily Dose Of Poems

12. A Reason To Breath

Nothing can exist without a purpose
If nothing can exist without one then what business does something have to not exist when it has one?
The moment something loses its purpose it then ceases to exist
Isn't that the same with humans?

We spent the entirety of our lives trying to fathom our purpose
When we should be fulfilling it
Our purpose is nothing so complex
Nor is it a puzzling puzzle with missing pieces
It's clearer than the air that lacks colour
It's ever so transparent perhaps
That is why we cannot see it

Our purpose is never so evident at birth so it must be seeked
Us being something that must exist
We cannot lack this purpose as such we undeniably keeping searching for it

Should we fail to find it then
Us being something will become nothing
And something will now cease to exist thus we undoubtedly perish
For lacking a purpose to exist

Our search for it must not be eternal for we are mortals
Our short-lived lives cannot maintain a never-ending journey
This journey is a thornful one nonetheless we will see it to the end
We did not choose the path for ourselves but we walk it still

At the end of this journey is our purpose to live
Our lives will only be meaningful when we grasp that purpose
Once we do we ought to fulfill it to the fullest

That is the purpose of life itself