Has it ever occurred to you that we might have been fashioned for a purpose? That we spend our whole life in preparation and anticipation of encountering this moment or this person or this thing we are meant to experience? And all along there were little signs, and big lessons, that bring us to exactly where we need to be. It could be images, words, longings, feelings - that one day, suddenly make perfect sense. So however things pan out, how can we worry? It was always meant to be.
We’re a pair of parallel lines You’re just like me We’re on the same path But we don’t ever meet You talk to all my friends but me I guess I’m not that nice after all You You’re in the house up on a cloud Me I’m on a mission.
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