Now, imagine you are a thread of that rug. You will never see your own purpose in the pattern of the great design. In your own eyes, you will only be a red thread. But, that doesn't mean life is limited for you. There are still choices you have to make on your own. Though you are part of a great design, you can choose which part of the design you want to be.
Others who are red and older might tell you in no way gentle, that you will become this. Or that. After all, they are wise ones. They have experience. They have been through worse than you. They know what is good for you. Then, there will be other colors who will jeer at you. Look at us, they taunt. From their caves in the snow-topped mountains, to the eagle soaring in the sky, they mock.
But you.
You are lost and confused. Hanging by a thread. Sit and rest, for no decision is easy. Yet, rest not till slumber, or the carpet will be done. And ye shallst be throweth into the bin. Rather, stay true to your beliefs, and let it amplify your color.
For the red of fresh blood, can also be the red of sweet love.
Don't fulfill your destiny.
Merely decide what is destiny.
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