Sometimes I just need to begin by writing anything, even simple or basic. Plebeian maybe? That's a ten-cent word. Eventually more precise words will arrive and I can begin to express my thoughts as I intend.
The word purpose continues to come to the forefront of my thoughts. Purpose is significant. What is your purpose? To what end were you born and to what end do you exist? Is it by mere happenstance that you are, that you breathe, that you think? By what infinite chance do the stars light the night sky? The sun lights and warms our precious home, providing a key component to our existence.
I'm all over the place, let me refocus.
We are absolutely alone. We are far from anything that we recognize as similar. We search and scour, but the life with which we are familiar is a rarity, or just very hard to find.
What then, is it's significance? Absolute! A child is born, and matures into a man. He is aware, not only of his existence but of the existence of others. He recognizes a desire to create and provide, to influence the world in which he lives and to leave a rich legacy for posterity. He meets a woman, also miraculously aware (if not a bit more) of her own existence and of others. She, like the man, has a desire to create and provide and to influence. They are not the same, but together they will work miracles. They will flatten mountains and soar into the sky. No one can limit them, only they possess that ability.
All of this happens on a singular, infinitesimally tiny, pale blue dot which rockets through the cosmos. There is great meaning in your existence. There is great purpose.
Observe those around you. Pay attention to them. They, like you, have hopes and dreams. Fears exist too, and things for which to be anxious. We are all so very similar.
Focus on one person. Really focus. Look at their eyes. What do you see? Is there depth? What of thought or care? Can eyes reflect our purpose or drive, or love and hope? I don't know what you will see.
But I know what I see.
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