Although life is not an easy going walk in the park for me, no matter how much I cry inside, no matter how difficult the work I pursue may be, I laugh still, I experience joy still, I love still.
Here we are, all for a purpose, great or small. Our purpose is measured out for us by the things we pursue.
When I hate the world, I remember that I have a purpose to make it a better place for others, in some small way.
As the day would end, the morning will come. The sun will rise!
I have hope, there is hope, I have faith.
I will live and love with my heart. The sun will rise for each of us. Each day with a new beginning.
Here we are, with a purpose!
The Diary of David Alexian: Using Words to Light My Spirit.