For years these secret dreams my very waking soul would haunt:
To make me into someone, and to give me all I want
But in my dreams, as I’d approach my conquering of all,
I’d walk out for my great debut into an empty hall
The life I wanted then: of glory, riches, fame and lust —
Would prove to be mere vanity; just empty air and dust
I wanted then whatever things to me life could commend:
Not knowing without purpose, I’d get nothing in the end
For life’s more simple – and complex – then I back then suspected:
For purpose, to be meaningful
Must be
Outward
Directed
(inspired by this interesting idea.)
wow!
That’s an awesome piece of work!
Perspective can change a lot of how we view things (‘see’ what I did there? o.O)
I love photos you choose for your posts. 🙂
I love the photo with this post:)