The purpose of life is often defined as a journey of connection, growth, and presence rather than a single destination. Explores the idea that meaning isn't found in a trophy or a grand achievement, but in the quiet, intentional moments we share with others and the way we choose to see the world.
I spent my summers chasing shadows on the wall
Looking for a reason, waiting for a call
I thought it was a mountain I was meant to climb
A secret at the summit at the end of time
I read the heavy books and I walked the dusty miles
Searching for a spark in the architecture piles
But the stone was always cold and the pages were dry
While the meaning of it all was just passing me by.
It’s not a golden ticket or a name in the light
It’s not a battle won in a single night
It’s the way you hold a hand when the sky is turning grey
It’s the choice to be kind at the end of the day
It’s the breath in your lungs and the dirt on your shoes
It’s the love that you give and the ego you lose
The purpose isn’t hidden in a chest on the floor
It’s the opening of a heart and the opening of a door.
We think we’re here to build a tower to the stars
To leave a legacy and hide away our scars
But maybe we’re just water flowing to the sea
Learning how to exist and learning how to be
It’s found in the kitchen when the coffee starts to brew
In the "how are you doing" and the "I missed you too"
It’s a mosaic of moments, the small and the vast
Building up a beauty that is meant to last.
The universe is silent but the heart is quite loud
It’s the silver lining on the edge of the cloud
It’s the growth in the garden, the salt in the tear
It’s being brave enough to stay right here
You are the observer and the soul and the light
You are the reason the morning is bright
To witness the world with a wide-open eye
That is the "how" and the "where" and the "why."
So stop looking for the map and just start the walk
Listen to the silence while the busy people talk
You are the purpose, you’re the meaning, you’re the seed
You’re exactly the miracle that this world needs
In the laughter of a friend, in the silence of the night
You’ll find that you’ve been living in the purpose all right.
GrizzlyJones
