Live for a mission

I can no longer count the days when the last time I penned something. It seems that an eternity has passed and all the lost moments have become irretrievable, forever lost in the twilight zone or some other dead part of the universe. Many things have passed. Many people have been touched in one way or another by the past events that have raced violently across time, hopping and swirling in a dance of agony and amazement. The important thing is that I am alive and I seem to still have the passion for life. There are many options ahead and I find it hard to pick which one to take up. Many of them are good and worth pursuing. Another important thing is that whatever I do, I should be doing it to somehow better mankind. Without this, I will just be doing something selfish that profits nobody. In the end it will not even profit me. We are all put in this world for a mission and we come with different flavours of this sense of mission. Once you have lost the sense of mission, you are lost - full stop. There is no longer any purpose for you on earth. Maybe time to die. Once you have this sense of mission still, it has to be not for you but for the others around you. You can hang on to your selfish drives for a while, feeding them relentlessly while they give you some high in accomplishment. But not for long. Soon you will hang by the same selfish drives and they will send your mind spinning insane or your body crippled and your spirit wasted and insensate. Live for a mission to better the world, to better the people around you, to love. Love is in a sense forgetting yourself and lifting up others, sacrificing, giving instead of receiving. When all is gone, love remains.