In between journeys the inconsequentials become important. We don't find them where we left them before starting on our journeys. Some of them are moved around by known and unknown forces of the universe. Some of them are shredded in our memories. Some of them get degraded beyond recognition. Some get new meanings attached to them. They are adorned with new memories. Our new experiences make them more beautiful or uglier than ever. No matter what, we return to them like the comets that come back after years of free fall. Or, do they come back us?
It doesn't really matter, cause in the plan of this universe we all are inconsequentials, yet important. We all are beautiful, still ugly. We all are traveling, yet some of us somehow remain where we are.
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