PURPOSE

Live with intention, let purpose be your breath, Walk with meaning, even in the shadow of death. For a life without aim is a wandering flame, But one forged in purpose outlives its name. That is the life truly worthy of remembrance. None escape this journey alive, not one soul, So seek your peace now, make your spirit whole. The world itself carries both poison and cure, Silent endings in things that seem secure. What sustains you today may undo you tomorrow. Your dreams, your hunger, the fire in your chest, All drive you forward, denying you rest. Yet every ambition, every path you tread, Leads slowly onward to the arms of the dead. For the end arrives, unannounced, undeniable. So choose your battle—stand or withdraw, Fight for a reason, a truth, a cause. For dying is certain, but meaning is rare, Only purpose can make the burden fair. To die for something is to have truly lived. Decide your pain before it chooses you, For suffering comes, whether old or new. Shape it, own it, let it refine your core, Not all wounds are chains—some open a door. In chosen struggle, a deeper freedom is born.