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Feb 25
History is a passion of mine, and characters from the ages, players of roles cast by fate, and the dictates of time and place. Many merely running on hope.
And in that hope a singular most dominant, salient idea, the lynch pin of hope–purpose–that sometimes elusive element of humans that has driven, or lack there of, brought greatness, redemption, failure or demise.
I am amazed at the result of a clearly defined and stated purpose from Alexander the Great to Mary, Queen of Scots, Frederick the Great, Abe Lincoln, General Eisenhower; and these are just a minute few to the many unnamed, dotted across the centuries and beyond.
I believe it was Einstein who stated that man ceases to exist without purpose and might as well lie down and die.
I have lived without purpose for five years, or so it would seem on that July 5th. Purpose, if ever I possessed it, I thought it was gone. Upon reflection, how is it I have survived, or better yet, had the desire to survive to awake to another day, to arise, to breathe in–breathe out, take one step after another?
Is it found in iambic–the verse of gifted word-smith’s–love? That’s the great underpinning of Hope and Purpose isn’t it?
For me, it has been that beacon of light in a most terrible sea, that lone piece of driftwood I desperately cling to, even at this penning, to survive: My family, those cast in roles in my place and time. So I breathe in, breathe out, one step at a time, one day at a time, sustained by love.
By this emotion I am allowed a lease on life until my purpose is revealed. As I exist in my confined enclosure, I search to be able to hold purpose as my own and convey that to others.
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