Philosophy claims, everyone was sent down to earth for a reason, and even before they were born their entire life is mapped up for theme somewhere up there, all the way until they die. Our world is pretty much like a big machinery factory, every one was born to play a part, and every one has a specific role in life. No matter how much one wishes to be different, they were born the way they were made to and like a giant puzzle, every one is a piece and together all of us make a complex puzzle. There are plain pieces, and colourful ones. It’s unfair how some people are seemingly better than others in every single aspect, but then again the prettiest things don’t stand out unless they have a plain background to support it. Every one is sent here for a purpose, and the older you grow, connect the dots by looking backwards, and know what you are fated to do. Connect the dots, make sense of your life. Look back at however many things you have done and appreciate every thing that has happened to you, good or bad.
Why?
That’s a deep question. No one has the powers to know. Only God.
Time is ticking, don’t waste it.
Hold on, we’re going home.
Oh yeah the reason why I’m posting this is because I’m trying to un-numb my fingers from holding ice cream for too long.
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