purpose.

more thoughts written on my phone...Jan. 8, 2012. sitting in a coffee shop in Boston.

I sit and watch out the window- the city go by. 

Where is this thing called purpose? An arm to hold? Somewhere to go faster then the others on the sidewalk? Handsfree headsets, texting, music blaring, checking the weather, stocks or what's for dinner. 

When you stop does it stop? If you sit and rest what happens? Has purpose flown away? Do you lose your grip? Or is it in the pause, in the quiet that you catch a glimpse of meaning? Deeper than the spinning pace of the sidewalk journeys- more than another person or what newsfeeds feed you through your phone.  

What is it? This reason for being this motivation, this passion? 

Created. Called. 

Purpose.