find your purpose


Here I stand, among the masses
A grain in a sack of rice
An atom in a sea of molecules
A sea?
How about an ocean?
Doesn’t infinity sound better?
Infinity?
Endless darkness,
Extending the horizon of space and time in an everlasting manner.
In this darkness,
What is the purpose of a speck of dust, such as me, being blown by the wind in a vast desert?
Think, I must!
Figure out my purpose, I must!

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