As I sat on a park bench, the sun filtered through the leaves, casting fractured light onto the cobblestones. A child chased a red balloon while her mother trailed behind, half-smiling, half-lost in thought. I couldn’t help but wonder: are we all like that balloon, drifting aimlessly in the winds of chance? Or is someone, … Continue reading Existentialism Vs Born with a Purpose
Existentialism Vs Born with a Purpose
