I feel like I am floating. A white feather caught in the wind. Taken on a journey, without a whim.

My willpower is fading, with fate taking me along for a ride.

If I do nothing, I fear I may be lost with time.

I am stuck in my place. Frozen to indifference. My motivation is absent.

Why are we here?

How does I find my purpose?

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I am taking to writing daily short stories and poems to help me on my Journey. But just wanted to share a little bit of my current thoughts. Let me know what you think?