I believe we live embedded within a Divine plan, there is no waste and that everything happens for a reason. However, a waste of human potential could be seen in the light of the elites that run this world steering people into the dark path through world wide institutions they fund and lead people to believe that their way is the right way to live a life.
Every breath is a chance to live again, to rise and fall. Every sleep, a constant death again, to be reborn. Clouds form, to quietly melt into nowhere but once had transient, lucid shapes and form. Our dreams were meant to be love songs… to last forever, flying on immortal wings… to crystalize into ever becoming. So we cuddle that sweet little thing, called hope, and kiss those gaping oozing things, called wounds; So we hold hands with sunshine and allow love to push away the darkness. So we brush off every pain with the winds and allow the answer to reveal itself. We are but souls that shelter in the dusk, casting shadows where our tears once fell. But look, the sky is changing colors. But look, the horizons are opening up. I don’t think, there is anything more beautiful, do you?
For if he is familiar, then it is a possession which he can put in his pocket, no longer a thing greater than himself. He becomes it. Prof. Jung: That would be practically what Mrs. Adler said: it would be assimilating it to the ego. If one can call it by a name and put it in one’s pocket, the ego would be on top-! have a virtue. Giving a name to a thing generally has the peculiar effect of familiarizing it. It is as if it were depotentiated. ~ Carl Jung