The reason for being

There is always a reason for being,
for why you are,
at where you are.

Being there, where you are right now,
Do you see the reason for your being,
at where you are, wherever that might be,
right now?

I see young hearts,
Eagerness in their eyes,
Seeking relatedness and relevance.
Their chatter betraying their innocence.

See here I say,
Do this, because this is what we do.
Life is about doing the things required of us,
In order to be.
Whoever that you will be,
Wherever you will be,
Whatever you will be.

It begun when you first cried out in protestations,
Plucked from the comfort of your mother's womb,
You fought your way through a life that was thrust upon you.
And you say, you didn't asked to be born.
That you rather not be,
Anyone, anybody.

And here you are,
Standing there wondering,
About relatedness and relevance.
Of things that are asked of you.

Your bewilderment,
Is the reason for my being.
To be where I am,
Doing what I do.

You need me,
Standing there helpless,
And I am here,
Standing there needing a reason to be.

It then dawn on me,
You are my reason for being.