Goal Or Purpose
Goal Or Purpose
English is replete with sports analogies embedded in the lingua franca in a highly amusing way—as if life were a game.
Indeed, humans are innately competitive as it is embedded in DNA—programmed solely into goal-speak and where the crux of the matter lies in this single player melee of this phantasmagorical ride.
Goals alone never lead to victory—they are a weak foundation with a static trajectory.
Unfulfilled whims, life slowly dims—goals fade into the din of yesterday, leaving your ego far from where you told yourself you’d be—see?
The primordial beasts of the animal kingdom remain in an untamed world, following ancient rules—survival of the fittest—the law of the jungle—ruthless, callous, and cruel.
What motivates people, the deeply ingrained notion that every aspect of life must be played on a competitive field—binary consequences—winner takes all, loser falls—the game system clones play, slugging it out in the acrid material sludge world every day.
Binary games, ruled by the rules of yesterday, have reached their final stage.
The game domain has shifted into distort reality field play—now being performed in the principality of boundless possibilities.
For, this is the free-range way—the quantum field is where dreams become real s0, embrace quantum superposition gameplay—yes way!
The worship of goals has grown staid, rancid, and old—the last dying gasps of crusty old mold—as a new paradigm of human civilization emerges and unfolds.
Clarity of purpose becomes the definitive fork in a personalized yellow brick road.
One fork leads the goal clones by the nose—down a garden path the destination of this destiny is a random dead-end road—the end is a final fade away while remain an unknown nobody dying alone.
The destination-destiny theme is played out on a quantum field of dreams like a well worn meme—where one becomes whatever the heart desires to be.
The realization of clear visions makes your dreams complete—no goals necessary—go as fast or as slow as you need.
Purpose provides the self-worth to transcend fleeting trends—as advertised on TV—soon to become passé, clouding your vision every step of the way—the flavor-of-the-day decay.
Connect to Seity and listen carefully.
With intent and purpose, the darkness inside the nooks and crannies of an aching heart will brighten into an infinite world of possibilities—if only you believe in a life filled with the purpose and meaning of a personalized, mentated, and manifested journey of the inner sanctuary of being.
An incessant, persistent buzzing of a personalized bee imploring and enforcing actionable steps as the bee in bonnet protocol always will defeat willpower each centimeter of the way.
Unlike 
The sole burning desire toward mastery—an infinite fire, sink or swim protocol is always where the three day priest falls and the dreams and vision are washed away into the 
This process annihilates the pesky “three-day priest.”
The 
A niggling feeling deep inside, coupled with deeper questions—a 
Here is where the crux of the matter emerges in a 1953 novel, of all things, about the internal struggle to find one’s way and reach the full potential of one’s own destiny—the meaning of life in this novel is implied
The reframe 
Coming of Age: Through one’s own meta-conscious experiences and understanding of the 
Recall that kaizen is Japan’s dance of ceaseless refinement—a path for the watchful to ascend the hierarchical ladder in that subtle, enigmatic Japanese way.
Reflected back is the harvest of the daily routine—what you feed your body and keeping the mind clean and free from the demons of the past and future, which creates presence disease.
A dissonant symphony cranks out songs of sorrow, despair, and grief on infinite repeat—the broken record of the past skipping endlessly in a dead-end trajectory.
Engage with this wisdom to fortify the present and its roots—for to ruminate is to destroy the only precious thing—the ephemeral, fleeting moments of existence—what it means to be alive.
Elevating the ancient Japanese protocol of hansei kai—
There, your true self you will find—if you only dare to draw back the blinds.
A colossal dream—you can touch, run, jump, and feel things—
The crux of this consequential matter is that the newly anointed spacetime bends and twists like a soft blanket—where exceptionally heavy things, like planets and stars reside—how’s that for a surreal ride?
Somewhat akin to a video game whim—it creates worlds that vanish when the 
Life 
This may very well be the first elimination round—a 
System clones fall into a classification zone relegated to a drab, dreary existence as minions of a strictly material life—one as barren as can be.
The static energy of the system clone is reason enough to leave—spin the wheel of destiny, for this is where life truly begins, and believe in the quest for self-actualization, as this is the way life was meant to be.
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