Purpose

Time is ticking whether we're prepared or not. Whether or not it's too fast or too slow, we have no say. With a heart full of feeling, and a mind exceeding it's expectations....
          Where will our lives lead? Is this too far? Too close? Ready? Or Not? One more step, then a whole catastrophe of change. What's to expect of the unexpectable?   
          What's to imagine of the unimaginable? The past known as memories...Will they conquer, weaken, or strengthen? Who am I to say I am ready? Why do we dream? Does God ever dream? Have goals? Expectations? So much to learn, so little time. Running and racing, heart pounding and aching, tears streaming, as constant reminders of who and what we are. We're nothing. Nothing? Nothing, yet something. But...why? How? As is all things here. A rain drop, a grain of sand, a bee...but....me? A purpose? For what? For whom? For who....a man? A woman? A child? An elder? Who? When? Now? Before? Soon? So many questions. So little time.
          A purpose.  A dream. A thought. A mind. A somebody. Me. I have a purpose. I have a dream. I am destined for greatness; IF....if I allow myself to be...IF I allow God to help me...IF I believe.