To sleep, to let days drift by without a care...or to wake, however infrequent it may be, and watch and wait and wander.

Purpose...its something we all look for. Purpose for our existance, a feeling that we are needed or that we contribute to the world in some way. Whether it be the need to protect or fight, the need to search and learn, it is the driving force to actions we take everyday. But what happens when you can't seem to find it?

Things have been so quiet, but to be perfectly honest I've been quiet as well. Responding only to those who talk to me, and generally avoiding any civilized place. I've walked back and forth across land as far as I could see. I've waited for marcs on The Wall just to see if the falling of sunrifter truly was as beautiful as I'd heard from there. I've stood atop towers to see if the wind could bring me some unheard secret or some fresh new scent. I've waited in the shallows of the ocean until small fish decide to explore my bare feet. Listening to the quiet, looking for answers, searching for someone....searching for purpose.

But there is peace to the whisper of wind, healing with each ebb of the tide. And the voices I sought to avoid, they have not pestered or pryed...they have listened and sympathized. And I know that those people are around if I need them. Some voices I have not heard in a long while, and I hope to be awake to hear them again soon. Hard to imagine how much I can miss them...I always thought that I could be a reclusive hermit or learn to live without constant company. Time to wake up and try to become civilized again, hah!

But first, I need to shake off a rather nasty cold.