Is it not amazing, time? Within a period of something abstract that has been pre-decided by men who have lived before us, things are born and things die. You love, you give, you lose, you live on.
And is it not fascinating, how we all walk unaware of what awaits us? I guess that is what keeps most of us alive. Not knowing, and therefore being able to hope, to wish for greatness yet to come.
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