A little story by Leah Schultz

Rachelle squinted as she reached an area of unbroken sunlight. The trees forming a surrounding que as if urging her to stand stage center.
"Everything has purpose," she wispered. The trees rustled like an encouraging crowd. Rachelle squared herself and raised her voice a little louder. "Everything and Everyone has meaning. You just have to find it. I just have to find it. I,.... I have purpose." Her voice dropped to a wisper, again, as the kaleidoscope stilled and the jewels burned bright and clear. So clear.
Rachelle truned towards home. She was purpose in motion. She smiled at that. She was a biochemical reaction. Exergonic, energy liberated. She laughed and now running she saw what she could be. Breath hitched from exertion and joy she stretched towards the possibilities. Rachelle saw her future, bright and clear and she ran towards it.
Rachelle stood quiet and still. Her heart was beset by a sense of temporary, like all of this was just a suspended moment. A hushed pause of beauty before the kaleidoscope of life began to turn once more. Perhaps that's all it was. Plastic jewels trapped in a tube, set aglow by direct sunshine. Rachelle mentally turned away from the thought. She began to walk as if to put physical distance from that hollow vein.
Her dark hair glistted from the sun as she padded from sunshine to shade, sunshine to shade. Walking and thinking. "Everything has purpose," she thought. "Everything a motive, a meaning."
"Temporal thinking is wasteful." She huffed, walking still. "It robbed the thinker of heart and movement."