To Fill People's Broken Hearts

Sometimes I get overwhelmed
by the unreality of it all.

We're all souls having an ephemeral human existence
and that idea occasionally sweeps through my whole being
in a way that makes life itself seem meaningless.
Why be here at all if 'here' isn't real?
Why stay in the Matrix if the Matrix isn't real?
I don't know why,
but I keep choosing to stay in it for some reason...
Like it's a puzzle I have to figure out.

As Viktor Frankl said,
"The meaning of life is to give life meaning."
What keeps me here
is the firm belief that I must be here
for some reason.
I can't be auxiliary...
I can't be ancillary...
I just can't be...

I want to spend my life
in service to others.
I want to spend my life
ensuring others don't feel
all alone on their journey
through the storms.
I want to fill people's broken hearts
with hopes and dreams.
I want to empower
the disempowered.
So even if this Matrix isn't real,
this quest is one worth striving for.