Simply Put

As usual I am full of passion.
Trying to make sense of everything is quite a convoluted task.
I muse whether it is even worthwhile.
Who knows.
One day maybe it will all make sense.
My life.
My purpose.
My calling is mind-boggling.
I cogitate if I’m going through the motions or carrying out my duty and responsibility (breathe in, exhale) which is to love.
Though broad in array and unspecific in detail, it fabricates an interesting reflecting of my identity.

Simply put, Love is me.