Serendipity

What are we without purpose?

For centuries, the purpose of men was rooted in war and in family.
We were given roles — to fight for our country, to protect, to provide.

We watched soldiers return home from war, only for depression to set in.
Their purpose was gone.

For the last 10–12 years, my purpose was protecting and providing.
And I lost that purpose.

What’s left now is silence and memory.
I’m left with nothing but the simple thought of wondering how they are.
The pain grows in my mind and in my heart.

These memories have become weeds inside me.
The more I think, the more I feel.
The more I feel, the more angry I grow.

As if I was thrown away once I was no longer of service.
I gave without expectation —
and yet here I am, still yearning for love.

I once saw a post that said:

“If you can dream with a damaged mind and love with a broken heart,
you deserve this world and all its treasure.”

So where is my world?
The world I built over the last decade?

Where is the treasure that gave me purpose to keep fighting?

Even in homelessness, I fought to come back
because I believed they needed me.

So where is it now?

Purpose is what makes a man rise when everything has fallen.

And now…

I am searching for purpose again.
Searching for a reason.