Patterns repeat. That's what they do.
In times of great strife, patterns re-collect themselves into what they know.
Things hurt. We learn this as we travel along the same road our whole lives.
Things cut so deep that it seems incapable of being fixed.
It's only after time that you can look back and see that the cuts really weren't as deep as you thought.
Back when you thought you were destroyed, you were only let down.
When you thought absolutely no one in this world wanted to be with you,
there was someone right there - waiting in the distance.
Every time you thought you were wrong - you were right.
Whenever you knew you were right - you were wrong.
Patterns repeat. That's what we do.
We as humans are the patterns of life.
We do not follow a road; we are the road.
Our lives make up the insignificance of a moment or the importance of a second.
We are the seeds that plant the future.
Continue the patten - continue the tries.
The patterns are the things that don't make sense.
That's why there's no reason behind it.
It just is.
Follow the pattern. Follow your life.
In the end, we all end up where we're supposed to be.
In the center.
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