Hitting The Bullseye
A Poem on One's Purpose in Life
Before you get worried, this piece isn't about target shooting. No, the bullseye in question is one's purpose in life.
Recent work challenges have made me consider my life's purpose. We ask questions like "Am I walking the right path in life?" "Why does it always feel like I'm in the wrong situation?" "Why can't I ever get this right?", and the heaviest question of all, "What is my destiny?"
Hitting the bullseye is perhaps the tallest order of any of our tasks in life. Curve balls strike randomly and make us question our rightful place in our relationships and careers. We wonder if we are doing what is meaningful and if it will make a difference to the lives of others.
The answer will take time to unfold for some, and it may seem like an eternal process that we have no control over. But we can lock the bow that will eventually hit the target - we can identify our strengths and passions, explore new ground and seek knowledge.
Hitting the bullseye is a herculean task that happens in time, with a little practice. Enjoy these verses.
Archer
Lone ranger
Cocks his bow and arrow
Brow taut
Muscles tense
Archer
knows best
The range and style
Arrowhead
That will score
The bullseye
Archer
Peers ahead
To seek
Bullseye
Well-hidden
He
Bides his time
Peers around
Gazes squarely at the target
And hits
The bullseye.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (3)
Oh it is amazing and profound!
Amazing poem!! Resilience is so powerful.
True, as long as we don't give up. Loved your poem!