It amazes me that someone can run a thread of purpose through our miniscule, pain-filled lives, but I do believe it.

If I didn’t believe there was something out there I don’t understand that is able to do this utterly impossible something — namely: create purpose out of the constant mess of life — well, from my perspective, I’m just not sure what there would be to live for.

For some reason, I still have hope — and sometimes that’s all I have.

But most of the time, it’s enough.

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