Random Musing (2)

Legend speaks of a spear that held the power to pierce anything, even a god's divinity. Parfay, it must be stressed that this legendary spear is but an instrument; thereby it requires guidance. For without a hand to guide it, it's potential turns to naught. Sith the first dawn's pass, we humans have always the appetency for a great many things. Tis a common thing to seek out fundamental necessities such as aliment and water, but we desire for so much more. Disciples of war pick up their blades to gain participation in the quest for glory and valor, to fight for whom and whence they place their faith unto. Disciples of the hand toil away in fields and workshops to share their crafts and discoveries with the world. It is then evident that each of us have the means to shape our fates. Yet in the same moments, we oft accuse fate of shaping us. It's only natural to quiver away from accepting fault. For it is with our hands that we raise our shields to forfend disaster. It is with our hands that we reach to raise our fallen friends. It is with our hands that we wipe away tears. What guides our hands, our instrument by birthright?

@%&$#*!#: Purpose. Ye who seek metaphysical nourishment for the soul oft forget the required utensils. Without purpose, your hands will know naught of authentic satisfaction; your wings will wane and the soul, shackled. You will find yourself wanting and your eyne infested by envy. Purpose is more than just a goal one sets. It is the fervor that ignites your passions. Forsooth, it is something that allows us to traverse those glimlit nights. Pore on the significance of candy compared to hearty meals. The sweet treats will make you feel good and might even offer up a scantling dose of happiness. However, it will not fully satiate you as much as a hearty meal. You need not aim for the stars, but you are more than free to do so. Your purpose is one just for you, recognized by you. Just as you are free to carve your own fate unto stone, you are free to choose what your one and many purpose shall be. The stone can always be crushed and built anew while the heaven-stars inspire the next shape it takes. She once quoth: "The soul yearns for honor and the flesh, the hereafter." Soak on it. Hear. Feel. Think.

Then... dare I ask, what purpose have you chosen for yourself, my humble wayfarer?

@%&$#*!#: I have quite a few myself, but one is to make sure those who encounter me, just as you have, are able to go forward unto dawn. Don't cry, daybreak is coming.