When life lacks purpose, how far can you get?
You can make it in life, but are your deeper needs met?
Anxiety fills the void, where meaning should be,
Pleasure becomes the norm, when life is all but empty.
You may have means to live, do you have a meaning to live for?
You may have arrived at your destination, is it the right one, are you sure?
Meaning shields you from suffering, from existential vacuum and despair,
That you can find meaning in your suffering, is paradoxically a statement fair.
Those who have a why to live, can bear with almost any how,
Purpose proudly proclaims, life is just looking like a wow.
The journey becomes fulfilling, you truly become alive,
Just do what makes you burn, rest all is a pack of lie.
My work was my life to me, now it's poetry that fulfills,
To feel alive I've to write each day, though it may never pay the bills.
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