The Power Of Purpose

The manifestations of motive

A man is captive within himself. He dwells in a freedom which is confirmed to bounds, he breathes in an ambience ensnared to limits, he nurtures a shriveled valiance with the quaint promises of trepidation, and he is infinite to his content and eternal only to his perception. He lives up to the demure equilibrium in his life and devours the inherited symmetric patterns of faith. His endeavors to abide the rudiments of life, to tread the arduous avenues with fervor, to encroach the realms and intervene the horizons, to be incorrigible, infallible, immaculate and to be the protagonist are just mere participants of his supreme urge to promote his unknown purpose. To him, purpose is the blatant proposition of an existence without ethics, the ideal definition of a life without morals and a pragmatic conclusion to all dubious queries that scrutinize a man's caliber. Purpose moulds in a man the unabashed frame that ceases to succumb to fondle the woes of an impertinent macrocosm. It determines in a man the narcissism to occupy the vanity and hence cultivate reluctant perfection. Alas, purpose never makes a man weak, only too powerful to handle himself.

When we bargain diligence without the peripheries of a foundation to blemish the piety, we intrude the thresholds of benignity, of forbearance - of divinity. Emphatic selflessness draws and augments the daunted palpability and causes to initiate the preamble of soul and the human torso. With the participle "I" confined, man ventures to scour the being for the "they" and hence, alters and adapts to the resonant verity that never before had stammered subsistence to him. He then empathizes the requisite virtue of sympathy, affection and zeal; words that had been condemned and abdicated as indemnities of the mythical forlorn, and thus embellishes the pavement to his salvation. Eventually he also realizes that the gifts devoid of ambition when submitted to ardent performance are bearers not of bovine failure but instead perpetually pregnant for reasons too sublime to be dissipated in words. After all, to be divine is not to scavenge divinity, but to simply and actually not realize it at all. And this true knowledge of solitary purpose defines our complete and absolute motive and lone self.

How we commit to not make mistakes and mistake our own commitments. How there's mere shallow depth between a you and an I and how we terribly fear its little extent. How everything we learn is purposeless knowledge and yet the only purpose worthy of knowing. How we are the ultimate fools and yet the grandest of men. How there is so much depth above us and yet we're afloat. How cruel we are to understand and yet not to act, and act even without understanding. How our pursuits are infinite and how infinity is so little, so pathetically small. How our actions must be great, if not sincere. How virtue is a sentence of the ideal mind. How we're all proud of everything we have and how we have nearly nothing. How we prefer to cry than to know shame. How belief is a great assumption and an easy attribute. How we are seldom lost and often undiscovered. How many strive to succeed and how the rest, just strive. How we could fly, only if we didn't have wings. How brown is the sky and how blue, the sand. How things could have meaning and most of all, contentment. How there should actually be reason to happiness and not to responsibility. How we can only defeat ourselves and triumph only over us. How we know all about ourselves and how we know only that. How hollow is conquest without the right enemy. How we have everything and more, but never enough. How alone we are in the company of ourselves. How time is significant only when we count. How we all are beautifully humble and so clever, so damn clever. How every man is god and maybe god is a man too. How identity is our greatest incentive and how it's too pathetic a cause. How Happiness now is done and completed. How we try hard to pretend to love and how we hate, at ease. How everyman is egocentric and how I am one of them.

How fear accumulates and valor drains away. How our courage is immortal and how immortality is a myth. How we're the greatest of species and yet the lowest of them. How we deter invention and encourage discovery. How belief is the only religion and how we're all atheists. How we may never have time and yet time is all we may have. How people are insensitive, treacherous and severely brutal, and how we are people. How we know what's right and wrong but never fail to misplace them. How we're all honest and still lying. How we're always satisfied and barely insufficient. How pride yields ample honor but only