Purpose is the decision that decides all action.  Love is the guidline that directs my life. We have all felt love be it as a child or adult.  As a child it is parents we embrace for both carinjg and safety.  We have no identity though it may be trained into us and hence no direction as to what you can do, no good until first you know who you are.  Often times our directions change from one to another depending on our experience and who or what we see.  For me, in action and endeavor, fishing has always guided me.  It is endless, a constant quest and hence requires complete utter and allout engagement.  You must be completely focusd and that nis why I love fishing; it takes all of you.  There isn't a part of you that isn't tingling with focused excitement when your expectation for a fishes strike rises to the surface.  It is as if you have become electrified alive all focused to a point of exacting perfection both endless and fully engaging.  If I could share the feeling with you you might understand.  If I could bottle it it a drink a day would keep all problems at bay.  And if I could sell it it would make me quite a rich man.  It is called focus, plain and simple, and the hallmark of greatness.  But people aren't always in support of what you do.  That is a fact of life.  People are driven by different things, be it sex, piower, or money, and driven so because of the intensity of the feeling it has.  In a way, all these feelings are valuable though there is always the issue of addiction or obsession; the feeling that you need so deeply.  But you can't always get what you want.  The war with self is undivided and disruptive but the war without is mere simplicity of adventure like hanging of a fifth story balcony with death several floors below and coming back from that death with the realization of your .  Ity is like force, an imovable one and one that, when you meet with another, you can edxpect destryuction.  But the great thing is there is eae.  Itt is endless worry and a face I cannot se without gguilt in the morining in the mirror.  Yet there is goodness.   Love, that beauty, that joy, 4hat hope.  Love ebeyond anything commits that hope.  BEtuy and love to strange bedfellows yet friends all the same with strengthy and \energy all will survivwe.  And the realization that we all have value.  Despite the hate,and [perversion, i will ocnyinue to love.  Despite the pain, i will not quit. and when successs alone meets me again study young man and tust when there is nothing left to trust at all and all words are muffled byy the leper of manipulation I will feel the power of lve and realize that in the end all is right and goodness knows nom end.