eight A.M muses
life is probably too random for us to maintain any sort of control over it. imagine you were a grain of flour, and you believe with all your heart you would be eventually become a piece of unleavened bread (a noble choice). but as you're being mixed with the rest of the other ingredients, you realise those ingredients aren't gonna shape you into a piece of wholesome unleavened bread. instead, you get mixed with eggs and yeast and other decadent ingredients that you realise you are turning into a rich buttery cake. and maybe what else you don't see, is that the baker's using your purpose to bake a beautiful wedding cake.
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