Focal.

People are meant to have one thing that

they pour themselves out to for the majority of their lives.

But perhaps one gets misplaced along everything else that they must do. 

One tries to love everything that they do so that they are successful in all of it, 

but that one thing that used to exist above all begins to gets muddled in with the rest. 

You'd think there would be a way to clarify,  

a sheet of wool to place over your eyes

so that you could concentrate on what mattered most to you,

or at least what might have used to. 

But there is no definite solution as to what to do when you lose all direction. 

North, South, East, and west are not the directions of where my mind must 

take solace in to seek out peace. 

They are simply physical and nothing more. 

There are times where I wish that I was those directions. 

I need not choose where to point because I only have one direction, 

and though I may sometimes wish to follow where the wind takes me,

there is control in inheritance. 

There are things that must not be changed and things that cannot. 

If I were born into what I must love, there must be something to love about it.

Pure hearts come from all people imaginable, 

but for them start, 

there must first be love.

Whether one comes into the world with it or not does not matter 

because more can always be produced. 

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.