Find joy in the fact that you are meant to be here.
Nothing on earth can exist without function.
An earthworm may feed the birds, but it also feeds the soil.
A honeybee may give us honey, but it also pollinates life.
Your path is being laid before you, a testament to your destiny, if only one might learn from the past to ignore the future, therefore realizing divinity, one might free themselves from conformity to find their true identity.
So, find joy in the fact that you are loved. Love dwells in all the living, where tomorrow is but a man-made disease, right now should be your only focus.
Yesterday is of the substance of dreams, shrouded when consumed with fear, lucid when succumbing to it's lessons.
Find joy in the fact that you, like all things, must pass.
For who could be so vain to think that they may live forever?
