215: Purpose

Is there a rhyme or reason to why we are here?
In this vast universe, floating all by ourselves
not a soul in sight, not another life we know of

We tell ourselves, I am but a pale, blue dot

Pause for a moment, take a deep breath, close your eyes
you are just a pale, blue dot
floating in a vast ocean of darkness

The purpose of your life is to make it worthwhile.

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