I cannot stand the excellent sheep.

The excellent sheep that bleat their own praises as they trot obediently behind the shepherd,
Following blindly into pastures with no end in sight.

Eager to be gathered,
eager to have the wool pulled over their eyes,
as they forget to follow not the shepherd, but their hearts.

We forget that we are discontent.
We are wild, restless, unruly, and discontent.
We are our thoughts and dreams and passions that drive us to achieve more.
We are the incredible potential that lies in our talents and wisdom and enthusiasm,
That we put on hold for empty promises of time and fortune and fame.

But I say take a risk,
Run the other way,
Find the unpaved path traveled by few.

What is the sense in finding your purpose by running away from your purpose?
Find what pulls at your heartstrings,
Find what needs fixing,
And run.