Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We, as human beings, are more inclined to feeling miserable. We face an eternal struggle of wanting more than what we have. I know I am just part of this consequence. The things we do, the things we strive for - everything is just pathfinding our way to something rare and beautiful called happiness. Happiness is a warm gun.

Who we are what we do the friends we make , does it equate to the person we are?
There are countless times that all of us just sit and think and wonder if what we are doing will amount to anything at all in the long haul? Everybody has an idealistic view on their purpsoe in life; everything has a purpose, everything happens for a reason. But there are more than a billion of us that populate. Are there enough roles in our humanized universal to fill out a billion? Is it remotely possible that some of us are here for greater purposes while the rest are meant to be filler?

And if we are filler, does that make us inconsequential?

I wonder

Yours,
Levan
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