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As a divine intervention.
Do not look to jewels as the answer but look to them as simply a stone and welcome the air particles and sunset as the entire reason for consecutive creation of man. We must let go completely before we can hold on to anything tightly. The universe is working in your favor, and you have to trust it- trust me, on this one. We are not just fruit and empty mistakes; dirty feet or meaningless options. We are sinew and organs compiled to combust when a chemical reaction is in the making. If something is missing; the universe is working in your favor and you just do not know it yet. When the lights were gone and nothing existed, oh my god, nothing but outer space and moon rocks on my neck. The idea of existentialism was abolished with a flick of the light switch and inability of pupils to adjust. When stains on the carpet molded with need for a love or the act of (loving) infesting your veins since birth and you're no longer two people but one defying gravity. Alike head-on collisions, the city continued to build vertical because the population became too much or the second hand smoke was too much and The Beatles are just too fucking much for anyone to believe in anymore, we just have to step back and remember that no matter what happens, the universe is conspiring in our favor. And then, at the very end, after you have accepted this belief and accepted the combustions, you will find it.
Do not look to jewels as the answer but look to them as simply a stone and welcome the air particles and sunset as the entire reason for consecutive creation of man. We must let go completely before we can hold on to anything tightly. The universe is working in your favor, and you have to trust it- trust me, on this one. We are not just fruit and empty mistakes; dirty feet or meaningless options. We are sinew and organs compiled to combust when a chemical reaction is in the making. If something is missing; the universe is working in your favor and you just do not know it yet. When the lights were gone and nothing existed, oh my god, nothing but outer space and moon rocks on my neck. The idea of existentialism was abolished with a flick of the light switch and inability of pupils to adjust. When stains on the carpet molded with need for a love or the act of (loving) infesting your veins since birth and you're no longer two people but one defying gravity. Alike head-on collisions, the city continued to build vertical because the population became too much or the second hand smoke was too much and The Beatles are just too fucking much for anyone to believe in anymore, we just have to step back and remember that no matter what happens, the universe is conspiring in our favor. And then, at the very end, after you have accepted this belief and accepted the combustions, you will find it.