The Voice That Isn't Heard

Sometimes I sit and ponder the meaning of my existence. There are so many questions in life; what am I going to do for a living, where am I going to live, who am I going to share it with, but all of these fall short in comparison to the significant of my existence. No matter what I do or how I live is irrelevant if I don’t fulfill my destiny.

I am a strong believer in destiny. I think every single person was given a purpose, a meaning to their life. There is meaning in every thing, there is "reason." I don’t think we all have a "fate" that no matter what the circumstances are that we have no say in the matter, but I believe we have a meaning. That somehow we are suppose to make a difference, or impact someone’s life, and leave our footprints in their heart.

I think I was meant to write my feelings and my ideas. I’m not saying that I was gifted with the infinite knowledge to know everything from every angle or every aspect of human nature, don’t think that. But I do believe I was meant to say what I think, feel, and understand. Everyone has basic principals that makes them the way they are, and if you can understand their motives you can better understand why they think in the mind set that they do.

So as long as there is breathe in me, and a pen or a keypad in my reach, I will remain a voice, even if it isn’t heard.