Danika StoneI think sometimes in artwork or writing or music, you discover something that just needs to be created. It’s not even something that you want to create... You’re just pulled into it like an instrument. Like you’re part of a bigger plan.
About This Quote
The idea behind this quote refers to the idea of poetry and art being connected to a greater plan. It also refers to the opinion that we are all part of something much larger than ourselves and that we are not in control. We encounter people who have this same view, and we know that they are not just caught up in their own lives. They know that their lives are part in a bigger plan and that it is in their best interest to participate in this plan. They trust in their purpose and in the powers that be.
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