If I was to tell about an object that goes with me, and knowing the event that goes with me every time, I will say that object would be a baseball. As insignificant as it may seem, when I have a baseball in my hand, I fell I have my destiny in my hands. In that moment, I control my fate, what happens with it, and how it arrives its destination.
Probably everyone knows how a baseball looks like. But to me, it is way more than than a simple round stone covered with leather and stitches. It is a tool I use to create a purpose in my. In order to use a baseball, I need to be ready to use it. Anyone can throw a baseball. Few find a purpose in doing it. When you find a purpose, a meaning in what everyone finds normal, you have found a purpose in life.
No comments:
Post a Comment