Walking through this elastic atmosphere, things always
snapping back after being given to us.
Returning and ditching elements that are abundantly
handed to us throughout life.
Purposes in life not seeming to matter to others, they
lose their way, judging others, refusing to judge them-
selves.
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Very well said : Purposes in life not seeming to matter to others, they lose their way, judging others, refusing to judge themselves.10.