My Mission

“I come to you in silence; like a wave tha comes to kiss your shore and  just a glimpse, I go away towards my deepest sea; and the wave that will return will never be me, no another like me.”- Quiamas

 

Have you avidly ever tried to think of a mission of your existence ever since you began to question everything in yourself and around you? Were you aware that each thing that was created and coming to exist has its own role that it should and shall be to accomplish before the time requires to its end? These questions must have been the first ones to find answers before one says,” I was created.”

No human knew in the past decades that shall I have come to exist now. Even me. I am so powerless to search why no one did it but I am so powerful to prove for one reason: A MISSION.

I do not know how many days more shall I live. I have spent thousands more in the past but I sense were only the beginnings to layout a promise. A promise so hard to figure out but so easy to feel and believe in. Everyone has it but not everyone feels it; more not everyone believes in it. For man is so complex and extra-animated, a museum to live of dying and a museum to die of living.

My mission is I am for you to be mine.

Below my grave I shall be happy. Leave no cross of memory. I was created; I am for you to be mine.