Purpose.

Everything has it. Everything has its place. But is it only when you acknowledge it? All the things around you; toothpaste, buttons, handkerchiefs, and lollipops, started with a meaningful idea. So what's the purpose of an action? A difficult situation? Life? Yourself?
Maybe some things just are. Or are they?
You can look for meaning in anything. These are what i call 'signs.' I look at the clouds, and see pictures that relate. Something happens that just seems so relevant to what i'm going through.

-Watching my dad give extra coupons away. Maybe he's not so bad. Maybe I should do something wonderful also.
-Picking a card from my to-do box. I know it's always right. I'm meant to pick that card.
-Song lyrics that pop out on me

I believe in no coincidences.

So what's your purpose? It might be a feeling, just out of reach of words. We're all here for a reason. We're all important in our different roles. A common theme seems to be to help people, and to change the world.
That's huge!
What if we all lived our purpose?
What if we became the best we could be?

I know I'll try.

(I'll also try to have pictures in my next post of what I'm working on)