Good morning! GM! 🌞 Hands up if you're still alive 🙋🏻♂️ Life is so exhausting, what are we really aiming for? Dandelions never ask the wind where it will take them; they just ride the breeze, feeling the sunshine and rain. Whether they land in the palace courtyard or in a mountain crevice, the journey itself is the entire meaning of their existence. If a life of drifting ends up in an unknown corner, wouldn't that be a wasted effort? The scenery isn't at the destination; the process itself is the reward. Living isn't about achieving something specific; the people you meet, the wind you fee
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