I went to the creative writing course at the VA today. It’s not exactly a journaling. We have a topic we write about. Some are more therapeutic topics than others. Today’s topic was “three goals.”
I have no goals; none at all
Look inside to find the call.
When there is no focused life
Heart and soul are filled with strife
Finding hope in darkness lost
Breaking free from chains’ high cost;
Maybe I will a path find
From fear’s chasm to faith sublime.
To grow my goal is to try
To revive what inside died
To hold to the future fast
To leave behind what has passed.
Goals come in all forms. Mine are getting prepared to identity and strive after goals. It’s funny: my goal is to have a goal.