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What is my purpose in this world?

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What is my purpose in this world?

To fit in or stand out?

That's what I need to find out.

What does society tell me?

Does it really matter?

That's what I'm worried about.

People around me

Are murmuring, whispering,

Expecting something from me.

Monsters in my head

Over thinking,

While I'm sleeping

In my bed.

Just yesterday

Gazing at my image in the mirror

I see my past, my dreams and aspirations

And compare it with the

Present me.

Same face,

Same smile,

Same everything.

But I don't feel the same

What is my purpose in this world?

To fit in or stand out?

That's what I need to find out.

What does society tell me?

Does it really matter?

That's what I'm worried about.

Isn't it to cure people's diseases?

Design structures while enjoying the breeze?

Is it to prevail the truth and justice?

Or to show what art really is?

Life keeps dropping weights on me

And I keep falling down.

The weight gets heavier

As days go by

And I'm afraid I'll drown.

My eyes screaming...

"Stop!"

That's when I tripped

And fell.

My voice is shaking,

My heart is breaking,

While tears are streaming.

Everything was aching.

All my life I run.

Yearning for something,

I don't have.

Wanting to be somebody

I am not.

Just chasing shadows,

Up until now.

"Mom, what do you want me to be?"

"Dad, what future do you see?"

Living in the eyes of people,

Loving the way people expect,

Seeing the reflection

Of the world in the glass.

I don't know

Who I am anymore.

Just a shadow of me,

Being somebody,

The world wants to see.

But the day

I reached out to a person

He said,

"You think of problems,

But never really thought of what you have"

I need to talk,

I need to speak.

I need to share whatever I feel.

That I'm not alone.

God is there to listen.

What is my purpose

in this world?

To fit in or stand out?

That's what I need to find out.

What does the society tells me?

Does it really matter?

That's what I'm worried about.

Yes I can quiver,

I can fall

And never rise.

But then,

That is just existing,

That is not life.

It is the hegemony of reality

over dreams,

Make it impossible to attain.

But the every second

We dream,

It becomes a reality,

Reality cause

It can be dreamed about,

So it can be reached.

Life is not about certainties.

But about the adventure

Which may become our life.

Life is not about number of acquaintances.

But about people who will stand by

No matter what.

It all begins

When it was least expected.

But all of them welcomed me

And there I feel accepted.

What is my purpose

in this world?

I think

It is to tell the world

What life really is.






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