the baton rouge of life
We feel the future though we might not realize it. We make it and then we live it. Then we get what
we want, or we might get something else that, you don't know if you'll like it, or get something you know you won't like. Then you just leave it up to providence. To walk through the park of life or get thrown to the wolves, (like me), either way you become who you were meant to be, someone who can be free and happy to be alive and loving and being loved across this grand world...like the many who already have and who have just passed to you... the baton rouge of life!
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