Resolutions

Purpose comes and goes with cursory teasings. It delights and uplifts you from the darkest corners of your mind. It beckons you to action. To make a plan, to write, to call a friend, to ask for help, to charge out the front door, to choose an adventure. It coaches you with a reassuring hand when you’re stuck. To wade through thick sludge, to embrace tedious tasks, to finish a stalled project, to start a difficult conversation. It charms you with the gemmed hope of salvation. A promise of glimmering fulfillment, dizzying permanence, and endless white shores. 

Purpose charges you up to a precise and resolute clarity. And then without warning, its promise blurs its resolution. Pixelated and distorted, then eventually it disappears. Your body, still in motion, your heart forlorn. Gliding and deadsticked without power or guidance. Your busy hands go frantic, your words go trailing. Your soul becomes acutely aware of betrayal and sighs a familiar song of despair. Your bare feet touch the soft ground again. Wandering the tallgrass prairie of an unnavigated land. Lost and searching. Scanning for landmarks. 

This desolation comes and goes offering momentary relief. Unburdened by purpose, you accept a new resolve to surrender. A resolve for attunement towards spontaneity. For now but not for long. You scan the horizon and spot a mountain peak and a new summit winks at your lost pale face from afar. A hopeful journey beckons. Something new to delight and uplift you. So promising, so resolute. Its whisper, so familiar.