choose your direction

A missionless man

is a slave of distractions.

He wakes to noise,

not purpose.

He follows motion,

not direction.

Every notification

becomes a master.

Every urgent thing

becomes a chain.

His energy leaks

to whatever is loud.

His time bends

to whoever shouts.

But give a man a mission,

watch his spine straighten.

Watch his eyes sharpen.

Watch his peace return.

Because distractions

only rule the man

who has nothing

worth protecting.

A mission frees you.

A mission anchors you.

A mission ends the slavery.

Choose your direction.

Or the world

will choose it for you.