Along the way I am mingled and mixed with all the archetypes around me. I am such a small part of this universe, but I know my part is integral to the whole. Even the tiniest thought creates a stir in the atmosphere.
Saying who I am, what I am, is not always easy. It is much easier to get caught up in what I want to be, or should be, or what you want me to be, but those things don't last. The real me is a force as real as light and gravity, wind and water. Not as large or powerful, but still with a certain amount of power.
You are the same.
We navigate the way thinking we are in control, but I suspect there is something greater here. Something that has a purpose no mortal will ever truly comprehend. Call it Fate, or Destiny, or whatever you like, but it is indiscernible.
In the end we are not much more than two little atoms bouncing off each other in the great expanse of space, but as long as I do it with you and with love, I am content.
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