So far
My mission has been to educate youth
And give them a safe place to be
Someone who cares
I’m dedicated
I do my job well
I love it
Yet
It’s not everything
It is your duty, you obligation, you are needed, I don’t care that you don’t feel up to it, that your too old or two weak, this is your mission and you must do it.
I would love to give them this mission, for them to learn
but inside myself I can’t seem to grow the life and creativity that they need to thrive.
what is this missing whole in me, this unfulfilled dream
the mission was to get out of the building alive. the catch was, that was impossible to do. there were guards at every door, with gun knives and any other crazy weapon imaginable. it was a danger zon the top floor all the way down to the bottom.
in the mormon church when a boy turns nineteen he fills out paper work to serve a mission. Being a missionary means giving up your life for two years to serve the lord and to spread the gospel of the mormon religion. Many other churches send “missionaries” to other countries and try to spread the word as well, but mormon missionaries are hard to miss because of their black suits and their routines of knocking on doors and bike riding, always in suits.
You told me you were on a mission. “A mission to what?” I asked. You smiled, and replied, “A mission to your heart.” I laughed, smacked you in the arm and said “Cheesy bastard.”
she was on a mission. she had a purpose and no one would keep her from it. it had been hours that she had been waiting for this and every free moment some big new disaster came up. 11 long hours since the thought had first come to her. it was finally time. so she sat down at her desk and picked up her phone. and dialed her favorite pizza place. as she hung up and sat back in her char with a smug smile on her face, she thought to herself, “mission accomplished.”
I set goals for myself. That’s like a mission right? It’s a journey to reach the goal. So a mission is the steps up to the goal? The ultimate accomplishment. Problem is, I never succeed in my mission. I give up, and don’t struggle through until the end. Will I always be this way? Crawling along with this enormous lack of willpower? It’s exhausting and disappointing.
Mission. I guess this is my mission, should I choose to except it. Write an entertaining or enlightening piece about this random word that has appeared in 60 seconds. Whew, ok. I think I can do this. I accept. Here we g-
i wish i had a mission. something to work towards and distract me from what’s really there. i have nothing in my mind and everything in my life. i can’t wait for rehersals to start. i’ll take any part i’m offered, just to have something to do. it’s no mission, but it’s the best i can do right now.
She had made it her life-long mission to take care of her father who, since her mother died, had never been able to bounce back. For months after her death, she watched her father slowly sink deeper and deeper into a darkness she could never begin to understand. She had never been in love. She was forty years old now, and she had never met anyone whom she loved more than her father, no one to whom she could give herself wholly. She was sinking deeper into her own type of darkness.
I was on a mission.I had been for quite some time, yes, but saying it like that felt good. It felt…definite.Like I actually knew what i was doing-yeah, right. I didn’t have a clue, and I knew it,but that didn’t matter. Because a mission was a mission, and a proise was a promise.With that thought echoing in my head, I took another step through the open countryside.One step closer to my goal.
mission impossible is to write profoundly about nothing important at all. Love is important and sometimes profound but never impossible. Is life a mission?
My mission is to get a college education, raise a good family, and have a good marriage. I work on this everyday of my life. Will I ever succeed? I don’t know.
“I want you to get close to him, St. Clare.”
“How do you mean?”
“I think you know what I mean.”
The woman was silent for moment.
“Forgive my question, Commissioner…but isn’t he one of our own?”
“Your mission is not to question your orders, Agent…it is to carry them out. Do you understand?”
The woman frowned.
“Yes. Thank you Sir.”
“Dismissed.”
“They should not have allowed you to come with me,” he told her, yanking the cables from the back of the truck. “This is my mission, and mine alone. You are now a liability.”
“Don’t be stupid, Barry,” she said, zipping on her boots. “You’re not dragging around fresh meat.”
The mission was simple. Get it away from her. He flushed when he even imagined that she might have read it already. Oh for god’s sake! he thought. Why did I send her that letter? It’s over!
It is my mission in life to set an example for those around me to follow. One of responsibility, both fiscal and moral. One of integrity and humanity. An example that I can be proud of.
My mission is no longer what it once was. I am now striving to survive, while looking for open doors to live. They are both very different. Please understand this and act upon it ASAP!
A mission is a place where people would go to convert others to their faith. A mission is also where someone has to complete a set of tasks in order to get something done. Neither are necessarily good. Neither is necessarily bad.
i wanna go on a mission cause missions seem relly cool just like if i were spider man hegoes on missions all the time is it even a mission? well thats cool i wish i could spin webs like him but im supposed to be writing about missions fuck thissssssssssssss bkeeeh
I’m on a mission
To get you out of my head
I took down the photo frame
That had adorn my desk
I’m replacing thoughts of you with
Thoughts of anything else
Your ambivalence, carelessness
It’s bringing me down.
Are we striving to complete a mission or satisfy a wish? You be the judge! I think we must do this, or is it merely a wish that this actually happens? My mission is to love and honor you.. I wish you feel the same!
She was, perhaps, like a star. But now, after the accident, she was like a black hole; a collasped form of her former self, a swirling vortex of confusion. He watched the death of the girl he knew, watched her be reborn as a being so distraught it was incomprehensible. It was his mission to sift through that dark matter to find the true her.
What is a mission anyway? Is it some big grand thing you’re on a journey for? Maybe a mission is the motivation being born into a goal, and it gives you that purpose you need to keep fighting all the stupid crap that happens in life. But then, when it’s done, then what?? I think the important part to remember is not what you got at the end, but how you got there.
I made it my mission to finally have my wedding band resized today. After two years of having hands which swelled like a Mickey Mouse cartoon during my pregnancy, I finally slipped on my band of gold and watched it sparkle in the afternoon sunlight.
I am on a mission. What is it you ask? I am going to become famous. Like really famous. Like movie star and heiress famous. I don’t know how yet, but it’s going to happen. I promise.
Die Missionare wussten genau, was sie wollten. Jedenfalls glaubten sie das. Sie hatten sich selbst davon überzeugen lassen. Jahrelange Predigten, Gebete, vor allem nachts und in den frühen Morgenstunden und die Anbetung vor dem Allerheiligsten …
the mission in my life is to try and do the best i can about the tingd i must do at this time, things that are needed to progress my life further, without stopping to think what i would really love to do. this is the way mankind has lived for millenia, without having generaous choices we have now.
So far
My mission has been to educate youth
And give them a safe place to be
Someone who cares
I’m dedicated
I do my job well
I love it
Yet
It’s not everything
It is your duty, you obligation, you are needed, I don’t care that you don’t feel up to it, that your too old or two weak, this is your mission and you must do it.
I would love to give them this mission, for them to learn
but inside myself I can’t seem to grow the life and creativity that they need to thrive.
what is this missing whole in me, this unfulfilled dream
the mission was to get out of the building alive. the catch was, that was impossible to do. there were guards at every door, with gun knives and any other crazy weapon imaginable. it was a danger zon the top floor all the way down to the bottom.
What is my mission in life? Do I have one? Has God given me one? I know this much, i have the resources to complete one. And thus I will succeed.
in the mormon church when a boy turns nineteen he fills out paper work to serve a mission. Being a missionary means giving up your life for two years to serve the lord and to spread the gospel of the mormon religion. Many other churches send “missionaries” to other countries and try to spread the word as well, but mormon missionaries are hard to miss because of their black suits and their routines of knocking on doors and bike riding, always in suits.
I tried. I really did. But I failed. But they don’t write about failed missions, failed lives. It’s too bad really. That’s it.
You told me you were on a mission. “A mission to what?” I asked. You smiled, and replied, “A mission to your heart.” I laughed, smacked you in the arm and said “Cheesy bastard.”
she was on a mission. she had a purpose and no one would keep her from it. it had been hours that she had been waiting for this and every free moment some big new disaster came up. 11 long hours since the thought had first come to her. it was finally time. so she sat down at her desk and picked up her phone. and dialed her favorite pizza place. as she hung up and sat back in her char with a smug smile on her face, she thought to herself, “mission accomplished.”
7 whole grains, on a mission! i kid you not. that commercial just said mission the same time my word popped up. now that is fate.
My mission in life is to be loving and loved. Hard, not hard. Soft, not soft. With joy and deep sorrow.
I set goals for myself. That’s like a mission right? It’s a journey to reach the goal. So a mission is the steps up to the goal? The ultimate accomplishment. Problem is, I never succeed in my mission. I give up, and don’t struggle through until the end. Will I always be this way? Crawling along with this enormous lack of willpower? It’s exhausting and disappointing.
Mission. I guess this is my mission, should I choose to except it. Write an entertaining or enlightening piece about this random word that has appeared in 60 seconds. Whew, ok. I think I can do this. I accept. Here we g-
i wish i had a mission. something to work towards and distract me from what’s really there. i have nothing in my mind and everything in my life. i can’t wait for rehersals to start. i’ll take any part i’m offered, just to have something to do. it’s no mission, but it’s the best i can do right now.
She had made it her life-long mission to take care of her father who, since her mother died, had never been able to bounce back. For months after her death, she watched her father slowly sink deeper and deeper into a darkness she could never begin to understand. She had never been in love. She was forty years old now, and she had never met anyone whom she loved more than her father, no one to whom she could give herself wholly. She was sinking deeper into her own type of darkness.
I was on a mission.I had been for quite some time, yes, but saying it like that felt good. It felt…definite.Like I actually knew what i was doing-yeah, right. I didn’t have a clue, and I knew it,but that didn’t matter. Because a mission was a mission, and a proise was a promise.With that thought echoing in my head, I took another step through the open countryside.One step closer to my goal.
mission impossible is to write profoundly about nothing important at all. Love is important and sometimes profound but never impossible. Is life a mission?
I’m on a misson. To find my great perhaps, I know that it exists. And one day, it will get me out of the labyrinth.
My mission is to get a college education, raise a good family, and have a good marriage. I work on this everyday of my life. Will I ever succeed? I don’t know.
“I want you to get close to him, St. Clare.”
“How do you mean?”
“I think you know what I mean.”
The woman was silent for moment.
“Forgive my question, Commissioner…but isn’t he one of our own?”
“Your mission is not to question your orders, Agent…it is to carry them out. Do you understand?”
The woman frowned.
“Yes. Thank you Sir.”
“Dismissed.”
“They should not have allowed you to come with me,” he told her, yanking the cables from the back of the truck. “This is my mission, and mine alone. You are now a liability.”
“Don’t be stupid, Barry,” she said, zipping on her boots. “You’re not dragging around fresh meat.”
The mission was simple. Get it away from her. He flushed when he even imagined that she might have read it already. Oh for god’s sake! he thought. Why did I send her that letter? It’s over!
It is my mission in life to set an example for those around me to follow. One of responsibility, both fiscal and moral. One of integrity and humanity. An example that I can be proud of.
My mission is no longer what it once was. I am now striving to survive, while looking for open doors to live. They are both very different. Please understand this and act upon it ASAP!
My mission is to be honest, mixed with understanding and sprinkled with kindness.
Mission. Damn money! Never enough to get it done. Mission impossible…
My mission is to serve my country. To defend my liberty, my values and my family. I am Famontha!
Nothing ever seems right unless you have some sort of mission. Without a mission or a goal life is depressing and pointless. It’s corny but important.
A mission is a place where people would go to convert others to their faith. A mission is also where someone has to complete a set of tasks in order to get something done. Neither are necessarily good. Neither is necessarily bad.
i wanna go on a mission cause missions seem relly cool just like if i were spider man hegoes on missions all the time is it even a mission? well thats cool i wish i could spin webs like him but im supposed to be writing about missions fuck thissssssssssssss bkeeeh
I’m on a mission
To get you out of my head
I took down the photo frame
That had adorn my desk
I’m replacing thoughts of you with
Thoughts of anything else
Your ambivalence, carelessness
It’s bringing me down.
Are we striving to complete a mission or satisfy a wish? You be the judge! I think we must do this, or is it merely a wish that this actually happens? My mission is to love and honor you.. I wish you feel the same!
She was, perhaps, like a star. But now, after the accident, she was like a black hole; a collasped form of her former self, a swirling vortex of confusion. He watched the death of the girl he knew, watched her be reborn as a being so distraught it was incomprehensible. It was his mission to sift through that dark matter to find the true her.
statement is to be the best human possible while spending my time here on earth free of all injustices caused by irrational thinking and apathy.
What is a mission anyway? Is it some big grand thing you’re on a journey for? Maybe a mission is the motivation being born into a goal, and it gives you that purpose you need to keep fighting all the stupid crap that happens in life. But then, when it’s done, then what?? I think the important part to remember is not what you got at the end, but how you got there.
I made it my mission to finally have my wedding band resized today. After two years of having hands which swelled like a Mickey Mouse cartoon during my pregnancy, I finally slipped on my band of gold and watched it sparkle in the afternoon sunlight.
i have lost
purpose
purple goodness
light and motion
i have cost
others
crimson boldness
night and notion
I am on a mission. What is it you ask? I am going to become famous. Like really famous. Like movie star and heiress famous. I don’t know how yet, but it’s going to happen. I promise.
Die Missionare wussten genau, was sie wollten. Jedenfalls glaubten sie das. Sie hatten sich selbst davon überzeugen lassen. Jahrelange Predigten, Gebete, vor allem nachts und in den frühen Morgenstunden und die Anbetung vor dem Allerheiligsten …
the mission in my life is to try and do the best i can about the tingd i must do at this time, things that are needed to progress my life further, without stopping to think what i would really love to do. this is the way mankind has lived for millenia, without having generaous choices we have now.