Years and years of searching

For who I am and who I want to be.

Traveling, relationships, friendships

Each molding and shaping what is now me

Here I am back where I started

No person or place affecting what I do;

and I find that true joy has come 

when I stop searching,


and just am.

I'm not here to convince anyone that I'm happy

I'm not here to find a mate for life

I'm not here to create more people

searching for their purpose in strife

If that was my purpose,

why live it?

To be stuck in an endless cycle?

I'm here because I have purpose.

It's more than love and life.

If I come to the end

with nothing in my arms

but have lived each day with purpose?

Purpose I can't live without.

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