I know you are searching for a reason
A reason to keep moving when everything feels pointless
You look around
And it seems like the world is full of people with answers
But you are left with nothing but questions.
Why am I here?
What's the point of all this pain?
I get it
The emptiness you feel isn't something you can put away
It's a hole in your soul,
A space that longs to be filled with meaning,
With purpose
But listen, purpose isn't always a grand revelation
It's not a sudden moment where everything clicks
It's found in the smallest actions
Purpose is in the survival
In the art of just being here today,
Even when everything within you says, 'Give up.'
Your purpose is not tied to your pain.
You are not your struggle
There is more inside of you than you can see right now
You are not invisible?
You are the thread in the fabric of the universe,
And without you, the world is incomplete
Purpose doesn't need to make sense yet
It just needs you to keep going
Because even the smallest light is enough to guide you
You will find it
But first, you need to keep breathing
You are meant to be here
You are meant to live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem