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Or was I made to live, to conquer and survive?
to rule I concur and control?
Not other people but my own soul.
Sure the sky looks black at night but is it real or just our poor sight.
Living and dying just don/'/t same right.
living without a purpose is not having insight.
Find your true purpose and enjoy one/'/s life.
The joy of knowing is just pure delight. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 107 [topic] => 21 [informant] => RICHARD_CAMPBELL [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Purpose:

Contributed by RICHARD_CAMPBELL on Thursday, 17th January 2019 @ 10:33:51 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

I was made to live, serve, pay the bill and die.
Or was I made to live, to conquer and survive?
to rule I concur and control?
Not other people but my own soul.
Sure the sky looks black at night but is it real or just our poor sight.
Living and dying just don/'/t same right.
living without a purpose is not having insight.
Find your true purpose and enjoy one/'/s life.
The joy of knowing is just pure delight.

Copyright © RICHARD_CAMPBELL ... [ 2019-01-17 22:33:51]
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Re: Purpose: (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Friday, 18th January 2019 @ 12:28:51 AM AEST
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Absolutely true and a beautiful encouraging write.
Without purpose we have little reason to live.
I/'/d have to say this is your best write since I/'/ve been here.
Very insightful and inspiring.....

Re: Purpose: (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Friday, 18th January 2019 @ 10:25:53 PM AEST
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It is such a pleasure to see you becoming an accomplished writer. I really like your message here, and must agree that we all need a reason to be.
softerware

Re: Purpose: (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 20th January 2019 @ 06:00:43 AM AEST
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this is like an old story I read as
a young boy,
I thought of a boat on the high seas
that would allow more people to stay alive,
but it would take a bigger boat to keep all
my brothers and sisters alive, it would take
a bigger boat to bring in more people I
never even knew.
It would take a much bigger boat to include
my uncle Bob who told me that was a dumb
thing to do because eventually that boat would
soon enough capsize and drown us all.
Sorry, I said to Bob, you should, if you really mean
to.

Peace!

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