There's a moment in life that living vicariously doesn't help, doesn't inspire, it doesn’t do anything for the soul. The soul has to feel and live its own experiences. The soul has to wake up and adjust, and vibrate and explode and be born again, and recollect the memories, remove the scars, lose and find something. The soul has to change the pace of time; it has to encounter its precise moment to bloom. There’s a moment in life that life happens and it happens the right way, with the right people.
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