Sometimes I encounter situations in the daytime where I meet or reconnect with someone who has achieved more and I try not to but I get into a funk and feel meager about outward life achievements...I feel better when I think about seeing a life from a soul POV...different lives serve different purposes.
The perhaps homeless woman who stared and smiled and danced by herself on a sidewalk across from The Last Bookstore on Thursday...I have not forgotten her. What is her purpose?
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