
Existential devices randomly coexisting while attempting to execute "meaningful" expeditions with optimistic expectations of promising conditions. Are we what they told us to be? Are our destinations inevitable locations predestined by our mentors/caregivers? The answer is fuck no, always follow your happiness. Never let go of "impossible" goals, everything has a term, a label, a name even LIFE, but reality and life would be impossible to describe using only words. Only way to find out is by living.
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