Ah but I think not one person is alike another. At first look yes, we share likeness on the surface but that is simply one view. Born uniquely somewhere from two entities, a set of random tendencies engaging with random experiences. Random tendencies and random happennings which entertwine forming a design named destiny. Each person is original and in that has a purpose to bring that originality to earth for the greater purpose of issuing love into consciousness. We are nowhere near 'living in love'.

Your poem was beautiful. Heartfelt, authentic and well written.

Thanks for your comment :)
In that sense, yes, we are different. But at the same time I feel as if I am programmed to execute a program, a two-bit code that sets the frames of every single thought or action, and I am rewinding the tape day after day, asking the same unanswered questions. Simultaneously I believe with my whole heart that we are the ones who create our destiny. And even though, I'm still wondering where is the line between those two, trapped in my own head, with too little oxygen supply and that feeling drives me insane.