“ What do you think our purpose is? ”
( deep ass sentence starters / closed )
Purpose, a word that weighed heavily upon the tongue, worth more than gold and what all human beings sought. To simply exist without purpose was no way to exist at all, it was to exist with something missing, without something completely fundamental that to live without was not to live at all. Yet not all knew their purpose and busied their time upon the Earth much like spectres, drifting throughout life until they could encounter that of which they had been set upon the Earth to do.
In the stars, Shiro had encountered his purpose. He had been only a child then, and yet the heavens had spoken unto him, and to perceive the glittering objects within the sky had filled him then with a sensation of wisdom, finally enlightened as to what it was he was to do within the world. Wherever his fate lay, wherever life guided him, it was towards the stars. His soul had itched, as if remembering it to be his home, as if wishing to return, to permit the stars to imprint upon his flesh, as if to permit the cosmos to whisper unto him maternal, and loving words for her child had finally returned to her. In the heavens, he had found purpose, had felt the birth of stars shake his very feet, had felt the beautiful sorrow of super novas in his soul.
Though not all were so fortunate to find their purpose. Still, he smiled unto her. ❝ Individually, I can’t tell you, but as a whole, I think we’re all supposed to do something great, something to change the world. I think the purpose of us, as a people, is to leave the world a little bit better than how we found it. Or, that’s my way of looking at it. ❞
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