Purpose

There's purpose to everything. If there isn't then it's not worth doing. Still, we're somewhere, doing something, for some purpose at all times. That alone can provoke thought, but my focus now it on purpose in the sense of motivation to action.

A big pain for me right now is school. I don't like school... at all. And that's a horrible attitude to have. Still, aside from my personal biases, I'm here for purposes beyond my understanding that slowly come to me bit by bit. Every step of the way, in any of my classes, I begin to understand what I'm able to get out of it, bit by bit.

A character in a story is placed into situations unknowingly. Is there a purpose for him/her to be there? Yes. Even if it's only to fill a paragraph's space, things happen for a reason to get to the end and goal of the story. The true meaning of the story is found within those events, but they aren't understood until you read that final line.

That's how it's been for me. I know the Author has a great plan and ending, and I'm just enjoying the ride (some times more than others, I'll admit). My character is being revealed and I see who I'm developing to be. My passion and fire for writing has been rekindled and now I'm beginning to understand how situations can fuel endless numbers of stories, poems, songs, etc. Not that I didn't get it before, but now I'm experiencing it, through my own life and situations along with their results. Life is the best example of writing. Just as a story has no value to a closed mind, however, so life has no purpose to those who don't seek to understand it.