This not a story of an accidental baby.
Nor the reason why you think there’s nothing going right about your life.
This was just a random unsolicited thought about why some lives are long and others are short.
I was listening to this radio station of a story of a mom who waited 5 years to get a child.
She got one but the kid died after his second birthday.
So, I thought, why the kid had a short-lived life?
Maybe there was an error when he was created?
Prematurely released from the production and had to be returned for fixing?
Who knows?
It was just a thought.
That, we are designed for something.
Short or long journey, we have to go back but leave something for the next people.
Something great we take for granted.
Something you are the only capable one to do.
Something amazing even you don’t realize.
But yeah, we are all in a mission.
We live for a reason.
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