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Every once and a while in our busy lives, we need to slow down and ask ourselves 2 questions: "Why?" and "What for?"

PurpleD... you don't want to know what it means.

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Birthday:October 12, 1990
Location:Calgary, Alberta, Canada

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Some people were wondering about my username, so here's the rundown... My friends and I were looking at a pen or waterbottle or something, that resembled a Purple D!ldo. I sarcastically commented that that would be a cool "balla name", but it stuck and to avoid repremand, we shortened it down to "PurpleD"

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It's most important to find a world to belong to. Life is meaningful only when we can find this world




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05:30am | Sep 10, '07 | No Comments
In our lives, people come and go. Some make more of an impact than others, and some make a bigger impact than they'll ever know. While you may resent some people, you may grow to appreciate them at a later time. It's because of these various interactions that I reflect on every person that comes into my life, each playing their own special role.
We miss some when they're gone, sometimes we even miss them when they're still here. Sometimes we simply miss what that person offered, or the feeling you got around someone. Most of all, we miss the little opportunities that we missed with certain people. In these instances, no matter how big or small, we make a mark on our souls that is utterly inexplicable, I'm wondering why I'm even trying to make sense of this whole thing.
As these people come and go, it's almost inevitable to remember them and wonder what had been, what is or what could've been. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if a memory of what never was will always be better than something that could never be