Purpose

Spoke today to a man in green suspenders about purpose. We accidentally got to talking about Prometheus. He said purpose is what you have the most impact on. The man in suspenders, not Prometheus.

Spoke to the barista at the cafe about purpose. We accidentally go to talking about the espresso machine being broken down. She said purpose is what you feel the most called to do at any moment.

Spoke with my father about purpose. We bounced the idea back and forward that purpose is what makes all the effort worth it. But if you decide what “worth it” is than anything can be purposeful.

Spoke with the tree branches next to the mental ward about purpose. They spoke with the wind, they settled on the ground. No sense of worth or purpose seemed necessary. They just were.