Find what you love. Find your purpose.
Or find your reason. Find whatever makes sense to you and let this be the wind in your sails.
Let this take you around the world and back again.
Find your love. Find your hate.
Find everything in-between and let this mean something to you.
Make no excuses but don’t be afraid to learn or make mistakes.
Don’t be afraid of the bumps and bruises.
Don’t worry about the falls and the mishaps or unexpected hurdles.
Or do like Bukowski said and, “Find what you love and let it kill you!”’
It is fair to say the absence of love is lifeless and cold. It is fair to say that the absence of purpose is purposeless or empty, as if to exist in a shell of an unfulfilled life, or to live in the sadness of an undesired world, as in worthless and lost, or sad like the echoing cry of a bird with wings that never touched the sky.
Find what you love. Be who you choose and be the dream that you’ve always had and leave nothing to chance, nothing to judgment, and leave nothing unturned or unsaid.
Find the life that you want and make this your journey. Make this your mission.
Find this in your heart and in your soul.
Make this your commitment and let nothing stop you or scare you away.
When you feel trapped, look for an escape.
When you feel stuck, move and move regardless of the weight or the resistance.
Move smart and move fast. But by all means, move, no matter what.
Find what you love and let this save your life.
Let this rebuild the edges of your soul and let this mend the open seams of your broken heart.
Let this heal you. Let this be your resurrection and your salvation. Let this be your light and hope, your peace; and more, let this be your emancipation from an unwanted life.
Let this be your trick.
See this in your mind and feel this in your soul and above all, let no one deter you from this. Let no one destroy your dreams or steer you away from building them.
Fuel your dreams.
Feed your passion.
Give yourself the right to live the life you’ve always wanted and above all, do not allow this right to be given up or taken away.
If it is your turn, then it is your turn to choose. If it is my turn, then it is up to me to choose and to move and go, as in right now, because if it is up to me, then it is up to me to find my dreams and make them so.
My love is like the open sky with mysteries and secrets, untold stories and memories of way back moments which stained the edges of my purity.
I am the one who exists and lives and learns. In time, I am the one who searches to find the place where I belong, as if to find myself in fields of rolling hills, tall grass, sun coming down, like it would from boyhood dreams.
The air from the breeze is soft, and me?
I am the one.
I am the one who began this search to find my place, to find my time, and to find my redemption of my personal resurrection, as if to be reborn, or as if to be brought back like Lazarus, and risen, like The Son.
My heart is that of a storm which has run its course and reconvened to realize that, above all, the sun is still there, and that behold, I am the son, brought back to life, and brought back to find the meaning behind my purpose.
I am the one.
I am that man, or that boy, or that child, frightened and sad, but yearning and learning and living out loud with hopes to find myself in the center of all that I have imagined and more . . .
I am the one, the keeper of my secrets and the maker of my tricks. I have no wand to wave or magic words to say.
I have this
I have my heart and my soul
I have the essence of my being, and with all of my might and with all that I have, I expose this to you, knelt down as if to offer myself, humbly, like behind the pews in church, imploring and calling, and appealing, beseeching, as if to ask for the hand to hold and the heart to share.
I have nothing but this.
This is everything I have.
This is my trick.
This is my room, or my place, and equally, this is an offer to give all that I have.
I have nothing else but this.
This is everything to me.
This is my trick, and these are my secrets. These are my symptoms, and this is my solution.
If it is up to me to keep this, then I have to trust you and give it away.
I have to give you everything, otherwise, I know that I will lose it all—as in my heart, and my mind, my life and my soul.
My love is this.
It is all that I have
and this is all that I can give,
and it’s all yours,
if you want it.
The Written Addiction 