What a gift she was, what a gift she held, what a gift she loved. There would be no satisfaction in death for either of them, she thought, if they did not complete what they were tasked to do.
Tag: purpose
purpose | poem
not infinite, yet so vast the time upon us is uncountable and magnificent not entirely free to act on our own accord, but sufficient enough to progress never enough time, ability, or will to craft the desired vision of our person but in the constraints one can find purpose as in the murkiest of waters…
The Purpose of a Leader | Essay
This essay was for a scholarship entry about the qualities of a leader. If you would like to check out my book Accursed Red, click here. Thank you! ~ The qualities people value most and the ones leaders depend upon are two separate groups. It is an unfortunate reality, and it would be a lie…
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