my purpose in life…. what IS my purpose in life?? so many times I used to ask myself this. now i know. I’m living for God, I’m living for my family, for my friends. for things like summer time and smoothies, and going shopping with mom. for everything and anything. i have purpose.
to live for a reason beyond yourself that changes the world and leaves it better than when you left it…. to reach outside of yourself with power that brings others up and empowers them to respond to the world around them with their own abilities, gifts and skills that in turn empowers those around them.
To do something with purpose means to have a a reason for it. Or you can walk with a purpose meaning you know what you’re doing and where you are going.
the reason for which i live. the definition behind my exsistence. exactly what i strive for in this life. why God created me and the put me in connection with those around me. the reason i live and survive each day. the end of my story.
Everyone has a purpose. At least that’s what everyone says. What if there was a person without a purpose? What would he or she do? Live life as a boring back round shadow. Or would you find yourself trying to make a purpose by causing chaos? Either way it would be very hard to deal with.
My grandpa’s life doesn’t have much purpose. I feel so bad for him. The most he can do is lay on the couch, and exist, because of all the pain. I’m so glad though that he found a possible solution for his problem.
Do I have a purpose? I’m not sure. I think I have a purpose in this world but I definitely have yet to find that. I believe I’m good at things and then I find that there are better people with better skills so I move on. And the process repeats. Do I have a purpose? I’m not sure.
What is the purpose of life? is it to find love? to settle down with that one person you find and deem worthy of procreating with? Is the purpose of life to find the purpose of life? Everybody on earth seems to be obsessed with this question and purpose is a driving force in everybody’s mind. Why? the simple question controls everything, why?
what is purpose? do we have one? why would we? what’s the purpose of purpose? none, that’s what. you see, we don’t need anything but the dark dampness of our tiny insignificant corner of space.
my purpose – multi purpose – what purpose do I serve?
every day every minute –
different purpose different person
my purpose for you – a pedestal – one built of the unspoken, the unseen – the unsavory
my purpose for you – a container – a recepticol – a vacant room – a couch cushin – a floor
my purpose for you – a place to put all your sins – all your sins – all YOUR sins – not mine
my purpose for you – to take what ever you give – no matter the size – no matter the matter
my purpose for you – is to answer when you call – and to take all of your ugly words and the scraps you think I deserve
I know what purpose I serve
My purpose in life, is a sentence that makes very little sense considering we don’t know why we’re here, or if there could be a ‘why’ but at least we can make our own purposes, in life and love, even if we don’t know why…
what is the purpose of anything really? to live? to have fun? to be happy? well to live you have to have fun and to have fun you have to be happy. so if you not happy then is there any point? if your not happy are you really living? literaly, yes but figurtively, not nesesarily. if you’re not happy then you’re not relaly living and then there is no point.
Estamos aquí por un propósito. Algunos más simples que otros, desde hacer sonreír a alguien, hasta salvar el mundo. Si alguien sale beneficiado de eso, aun si nos tomo toda la vida realizarlo, habrá valido la pena.
I have a purpose in life, although I do not yet know what my purpose is. I believe that everyone is here for a purpose. Everyone has a reason to be here. Not everyone knows what this purpose is. Everyone can choose to believe or not believe that they have a purpose in this life. I wonder if the Myan’s have it right.
He’d done it on purpose; he isn’t an bad man, he does not mean wrong – at least not consciously. Still, I’m certain that he knew just how much it would hurt, and somewhere deep inside, he is enjoying himself sadistically.
everyone has a purpose, be it something really ridiculous, or something really amazing. Each purpose is tailor made for the person it resides in. The fact that everyone has their very own purpose just leads us to the same conclusion that everyone is unique.
What is my purpose? I often wonder if I will ever find out what my purpose in life is? I extend myself out into the universe, allowing myself to be pulled in the direction of …. purpose? Is that how it works? When do I find out?!
In order for me to find a sense of purpose I travelled the world. I walked on rainbows and talked to dreams of unborn babies. It wasn’t until I swam into the the sea of pure knowledge that I found a purpose.
The purpose of this paper is…who ever heard of starting a paper this way? And yet she teaches them that, and thinks it is good teaching. And I don’t know enough about teaching writing, and I don’t have the time amongst all the other things I am teaching, to break that habit back out of them. So many things to do, so little time. The purpose of this teacher is to teach–is there a line?
The purpose? What purpose? The purpose of life? Noone knows the purpose of life. Who knows at all? I mean, god, if he exists. I don’t believe he does. But anyway.
What’s the purpose to anything? I mean, there is no purpose. We live, we die. But fuck it, it;s fun to have a good ride along the way.
I’ve always wanted to be involved in one of those cool pictures where a girl or guy is standing on a ledge, or like in the middle of some psychotic fucking situation with so much going on that it is impossible to register the entire thing in one glance. Because the life i know is so mindless and boring there has GOT to be something else. something more important and the people in those pictures would never be caught up in a situation like that if they were’t part of something bigger.
I always wonder what my purpose is. It’s a huge question that I don’t think anyone can answer until they’ve lived out their entire lives. I think everyone has many purposes. Each person we affect, each thing we do, maybe it’s all part of a larger plan. I hope that I can fulfill my purpose by the time my life is done.
There was no reason for me to do half the things I did. Most of my life, most of my decisions, most of the avenues I discovered – they were all products of spontaneous decisions. All of the accomplishments… the praise… no, that wasn’t because of some God-given talent, some blessing from the heavens. It was all chance. Choosing the right door one day and the right road the next. None of it was done for a reason. As my life tumbles down from its peak, I realize that more than ever. The things we do and the lives that define us? Spontaneous.
The purpose can be apart of a story or even someone’s life. Everyone has a purpose or reason in life. They may not know it yet, but one day they will discover why they are here and what they are meant to do, just like in a novel.
I try to look as though I know where I’m going, that I have an end in sight, a goal. I stride past the houses with thier lights scorching the pavement, the life inside passing by the windows, the woman with the plate, the man nodding his head. I turn corners. Cross roads. I keep my head down. When I see you walking opposite, I get quicker.
the movement of a hand by the way of a nod, more like a goodbye than any breath of wind. petals swaying gently beneath the shade, within naked existence and pictures of osmosis moments. gentle diamonds going again at the will of what we are. I’ve become lightning strikes and lived to tell of all the things i’ve seen. it’s alright ma
my purpose in life…. what IS my purpose in life?? so many times I used to ask myself this. now i know. I’m living for God, I’m living for my family, for my friends. for things like summer time and smoothies, and going shopping with mom. for everything and anything. i have purpose.
the meaning behind everything. what is meant to be. as they say everything must have a purpose. But thats just what we think. What do we really know?
to live for a reason beyond yourself that changes the world and leaves it better than when you left it…. to reach outside of yourself with power that brings others up and empowers them to respond to the world around them with their own abilities, gifts and skills that in turn empowers those around them.
To do something with purpose means to have a a reason for it. Or you can walk with a purpose meaning you know what you’re doing and where you are going.
he had a perpose in the word. only one person would know that perpose. and he is not realy a person
he had no choice i do, thanks for the life time i miss you.
a purpose is something you do that you rely on.
Purpose is your purpose in life its what your suppose to do in life and what you are needed to do.
the reason for which i live. the definition behind my exsistence. exactly what i strive for in this life. why God created me and the put me in connection with those around me. the reason i live and survive each day. the end of my story.
What is the purpose of homework. We have to do homework after school when we kinda get enough of it through out the day. It just has no purpose.
There is a purpose for some thing……!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!………..
Everyone has a purpose. At least that’s what everyone says. What if there was a person without a purpose? What would he or she do? Live life as a boring back round shadow. Or would you find yourself trying to make a purpose by causing chaos? Either way it would be very hard to deal with.
My grandpa’s life doesn’t have much purpose. I feel so bad for him. The most he can do is lay on the couch, and exist, because of all the pain. I’m so glad though that he found a possible solution for his problem.
Purpose is the thing you are meant to do.
if you have a reason to be some where your purpose is to be there purpose is also a word with letters purpose as one meaning that i know about
Do I have a purpose? I’m not sure. I think I have a purpose in this world but I definitely have yet to find that. I believe I’m good at things and then I find that there are better people with better skills so I move on. And the process repeats. Do I have a purpose? I’m not sure.
What is the purpose of life? is it to find love? to settle down with that one person you find and deem worthy of procreating with? Is the purpose of life to find the purpose of life? Everybody on earth seems to be obsessed with this question and purpose is a driving force in everybody’s mind. Why? the simple question controls everything, why?
what is purpose? do we have one? why would we? what’s the purpose of purpose? none, that’s what. you see, we don’t need anything but the dark dampness of our tiny insignificant corner of space.
my purpose – multi purpose – what purpose do I serve?
every day every minute –
different purpose different person
my purpose for you – a pedestal – one built of the unspoken, the unseen – the unsavory
my purpose for you – a container – a recepticol – a vacant room – a couch cushin – a floor
my purpose for you – a place to put all your sins – all your sins – all YOUR sins – not mine
my purpose for you – to take what ever you give – no matter the size – no matter the matter
my purpose for you – is to answer when you call – and to take all of your ugly words and the scraps you think I deserve
I know what purpose I serve
Definition of one’s life. It’s what we aim for, what we live for. The reason of our existence. Substance of our soul.
My purpose in life, is a sentence that makes very little sense considering we don’t know why we’re here, or if there could be a ‘why’ but at least we can make our own purposes, in life and love, even if we don’t know why…
“What was the purpose of getting a to-go container for a bite of chicken and two spoonfuls of fried rice? Like– what? Why?”
“… Because.”
Anthony shook his head and kept his eyes on the road. There was no point in trying to get involved in that ‘lover’s quarrel.
what is the purpose of anything really? to live? to have fun? to be happy? well to live you have to have fun and to have fun you have to be happy. so if you not happy then is there any point? if your not happy are you really living? literaly, yes but figurtively, not nesesarily. if you’re not happy then you’re not relaly living and then there is no point.
I am a person who has purpose. My life is extremely purposeful and nobody can change that because it’s a fact. I am full of purpose.
Estamos aquí por un propósito. Algunos más simples que otros, desde hacer sonreír a alguien, hasta salvar el mundo. Si alguien sale beneficiado de eso, aun si nos tomo toda la vida realizarlo, habrá valido la pena.
I have a purpose in life, although I do not yet know what my purpose is. I believe that everyone is here for a purpose. Everyone has a reason to be here. Not everyone knows what this purpose is. Everyone can choose to believe or not believe that they have a purpose in this life. I wonder if the Myan’s have it right.
He’d done it on purpose; he isn’t an bad man, he does not mean wrong – at least not consciously. Still, I’m certain that he knew just how much it would hurt, and somewhere deep inside, he is enjoying himself sadistically.
everyone has a purpose, be it something really ridiculous, or something really amazing. Each purpose is tailor made for the person it resides in. The fact that everyone has their very own purpose just leads us to the same conclusion that everyone is unique.
What is my purpose? I often wonder if I will ever find out what my purpose in life is? I extend myself out into the universe, allowing myself to be pulled in the direction of …. purpose? Is that how it works? When do I find out?!
i have the firm purpose of getting an A in my thermodynamics test, even when I dont really have idea of what the fuck im studying in this very moment.
In order for me to find a sense of purpose I travelled the world. I walked on rainbows and talked to dreams of unborn babies. It wasn’t until I swam into the the sea of pure knowledge that I found a purpose.
The purpose of this paper is…who ever heard of starting a paper this way? And yet she teaches them that, and thinks it is good teaching. And I don’t know enough about teaching writing, and I don’t have the time amongst all the other things I am teaching, to break that habit back out of them. So many things to do, so little time. The purpose of this teacher is to teach–is there a line?
The purpose? What purpose? The purpose of life? Noone knows the purpose of life. Who knows at all? I mean, god, if he exists. I don’t believe he does. But anyway.
What’s the purpose to anything? I mean, there is no purpose. We live, we die. But fuck it, it;s fun to have a good ride along the way.
I’ve always wanted to be involved in one of those cool pictures where a girl or guy is standing on a ledge, or like in the middle of some psychotic fucking situation with so much going on that it is impossible to register the entire thing in one glance. Because the life i know is so mindless and boring there has GOT to be something else. something more important and the people in those pictures would never be caught up in a situation like that if they were’t part of something bigger.
I always wonder what my purpose is. It’s a huge question that I don’t think anyone can answer until they’ve lived out their entire lives. I think everyone has many purposes. Each person we affect, each thing we do, maybe it’s all part of a larger plan. I hope that I can fulfill my purpose by the time my life is done.
There was no reason for me to do half the things I did. Most of my life, most of my decisions, most of the avenues I discovered – they were all products of spontaneous decisions. All of the accomplishments… the praise… no, that wasn’t because of some God-given talent, some blessing from the heavens. It was all chance. Choosing the right door one day and the right road the next. None of it was done for a reason. As my life tumbles down from its peak, I realize that more than ever. The things we do and the lives that define us? Spontaneous.
The purpose can be apart of a story or even someone’s life. Everyone has a purpose or reason in life. They may not know it yet, but one day they will discover why they are here and what they are meant to do, just like in a novel.
I try to look as though I know where I’m going, that I have an end in sight, a goal. I stride past the houses with thier lights scorching the pavement, the life inside passing by the windows, the woman with the plate, the man nodding his head. I turn corners. Cross roads. I keep my head down. When I see you walking opposite, I get quicker.
the movement of a hand by the way of a nod, more like a goodbye than any breath of wind. petals swaying gently beneath the shade, within naked existence and pictures of osmosis moments. gentle diamonds going again at the will of what we are. I’ve become lightning strikes and lived to tell of all the things i’ve seen. it’s alright ma
She held her head high,
her purpose written,
on her forehead’s brow
so mischief smitten.