Once I thought I saw the future written in the stars on my skin. I thought I saw the moonlight glimmering in my eyes, I thought I owned the universe. I'm just a scared little human. A speck of dust on the sandy beach that is our existence, moving and eroding as the tide ebbs and flows by the will of the moon. But the universe is so big and I am so small, what can I do to feel significant? How can I change the tides of my existence? Peace of mind and peace of heart. To be content with the idea your existence is the first step towards having the ability to change the parts of your existence that clash with your utopia. Never stop chasing your utopia. Not even for the moon and the stars that may glitter and shine on your skin and in your eyes.
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