There’s a question
Most never ask
Simple, yet profound
The key to your path
How do I get there?
Some chase wealth
A million in the bank
A mansion on the hill
A fancy car in the drive
Others seek contentment
A family’s warm embrace
A life of quiet joy
Just enough to get by
But whatever you choose
Whatever life you crave
This question burns bright
Like a guiding flame
How do I get there?
Without it, you drift
A leaf on the wind
Reacting, not living
Surviving, not thriving
You turn left for a fallen tree
Right to avoid the wolf
Dizzy from the dance
Of life’s random tune
But ask the question
And the fog lifts
Your road becomes clear
Your steps find purpose
How do I get there?
It’s not a secret
It’s not profound
It’s the map you draw
The compass you follow
Don’t be hypnotized
By the world’s noise
Create your identity
Choose your own voice
When you know the way
Obstacles become challenges
Your authentic self emerges
In harmony with your dreams
Journey on,
With purpose in your stride
For you’ve asked the question
That lights the way inside
How do I get there?
Now you know.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.