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Never Give Up

Natural Intention

If you want to be a politician, teacher,
Or a judge you’ll invariably become it.
It’s a punishment if you perceive it that way,
If your chosen path leads you to utter dismay.
When you feel that it would be easier to quit
Know that it’s the fate of every single creature.

Life provides all the contrast you ever could need.
If you don’t know what you want to be – if you live
The dynamic life of certain uncertainty
Then chaotic and unproductive life will be.
When you choose something give it all that you can give.
No one in the world can thwart your will to succeed.

Use your imagination. Find something that you
Love to do. Do it every day. Become obsessed.
Put pen to paper and declare your intentions.
Take time to explore the delightful dimensions
Of what you do. It helps you to give it your best.
You know what to give most of your attention to.

Push yourself to the limit. Never stop striving
For your goals until you reach them then set some more
And attain them. Each plateau becomes a springboard
To the next small achievement. You’re moving toward
Everything in life that you have come to adore.
At the place where you’re meant to be you’re arriving.

The Life Purpose Myth

Being IS Its Own Purpose

Childhood dreams of Becoming someone cool someday
Fueled by love and encouragement from everyone
Are the kind that, when clung to, become life fulfilled.
If I got to the point where I’m constantly thrilled,
Where each day is another one filled with much fun,
Would I not get so bored that I’d not want to play?

Or would I reach that happy place right in between
Gloom and mania where I can tolerate well
Challenges that life offers to me and all souls?
Is it too late to think about setting new goals
If the ones set in earnest are all shot to hell?
To those who are damned happy, I shouldn’t be mean.

I have cake yet uneaten, and as time draws near,
Getting up from the table is childish and rude
To the host of the household and all other guests.
I’ve no concern about what my other digests.
Each of us has the freedom to choose what is food.
All the pain comes from what we have eaten in fear.

I have been a small player in such a big game…
A bit role played to script in explicit detail
Is the life I’ve not eaten. To have is enough.
The perfect Magic Realist does play it tough.
Having chosen a path where my heart must prevail,
I’m now on a strict diet that can’t include fame.