Whom can I ask what I came
to make happen in this world?
Why do I move without wanting to,
why am I not able to sit still?
Why do I go rolling without wheels,
flying without wings or feathers,
And what did Idecide to migrate
if my bones live in Chile?
Pablo Neruda, The Book Of Questions.
It is the eternal truth …………….about what is the purpose of my being?………..I am still trying to figure it out………i have reached up to the point that I am an average person and I am going to try to be a Great Average person.
Good for you!!!!!
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