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Stream of Life by Rabindranath Tagore The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment.

One of the hardest things I've ever learned, and yet one of {if not the} great things I've ever learned - is that everyone has their own personal reason to be here - we each have our own destiny, our own journey.It might take a lifetime to discover our journey - our reason and purpose - but there is one. It may be something profound or it might be something delicately simple - but there is meaning & purpose to each individual being.