Purpose

I believe people are capable of greatness

Making the right decisions and being the forces of nature, 

For in the depths of crises comes in the clarity, alacrity, presence and perseverance.

To battle the odds or accept the inevitable, 

It takes true courage and conviction to take a stand, 

And feel empathy for oneself and our circumstances, 

After all we came to this world with a purpose, 

And leave we shall not until we have achieved that. 

Here's a cleaner version of your poem, maintaining its themes of courage, purpose, and self-realization:

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**I Believe People Are Capable of Greatness**

We are capable of greatness—  

Making the right choices,  

Becoming forces of nature.  

For in the depths of crisis,  

Clarity, alacrity, presence, and perseverance emerge.  

To battle the odds or accept the inevitable,  

It takes true courage and conviction to stand firm.  

We must also feel empathy for ourselves and our circumstances,  

For we come into this world with a purpose,  

And shall not leave until that purpose is fulfilled.  

Possibilities

What is life but a layout of possibilities, 

Each path with its twists and turns, 

Twists turning into alternate pathways, 

and some turns leading to dead ends, 

Where does one head from here?? 

Is there a beginning or an end, 

Who are we in these strange roadways, 

A lost traveler or an adventurer, 

What are we seeking and who are we running from, 

Is it our past lives; 

Perhaps those alternate paths, 

And possibilities that never were, 

Finding an answer could be the key, 

Seeking that deeper meaning and understanding, 

May finally free us from our own despair 

Taking us back to where we belong 

On our destined path to discovery. 

Here's a revised version of your poem, streamlined for clarity and flow while keeping its reflective, existential tone:

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**What is Life?**

What is life but a map of possibilities,  

Each path with its twists and turns—  

Some leading to new routes,  

Others to dead ends.  

Where do we go from here?  

Is there a beginning, or an end?  

Who are we on these strange roads—  

Lost travelers or bold adventurers?  

What are we seeking, and who are we running from?  

Is it our past lives,  

Or paths not taken,  

Possibilities that never were?  

Perhaps the answer lies in the seeking—  

In the quest for deeper meaning and understanding.  

Only then can we free ourselves from despair,  

And find our way back  

To the destined path of discovery.  

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