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When I was younger, I was always interested in outer space; the planets, stars, and everything that went along with them. I would borrow books repeatedly from the library, and begged my mom to buy me The Magic School Bus in Outer Space for the family computer for Christmas.
I got it.
My fiance has something of an ego, and it's always been something she's rather proud of. She is very much of the belief that there is nothing wrong with having one, and that to have self-esteem, a little bit of an ego is necesscary. She doesn't let it get away with her though, but me always telling her how beautiful she is probably doesn't help!
It's a curious thing, purpose. What is our purpose in life? What of the people that know their purpose? Do they really know, or are they just decieving themselves? Do we all have a unique purpose, or is there a collective purpose for all of us. The universe is so much bigger than we are; who are we to say what we're here for?
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