Life

Life is funny sometimes, how it is both the worst thing in the world and yet the most precious. How it drags us through the dirt one minute, and then washes us off and dresses us in its finest silk. I wish I could say I have all the answers, that anyone does, but truly-there's never going to be enough answers to the endless amount of questions. And I wish I could say that I have it all figured out, what life is, why we're here. I don't, none of us do. But perhaps that's the thrill of it all. We don't know what's next, hell, we don't even know if there's a tomorrow. I'm glad we're not immortal, we'd forget to live our infinite lifes. We hardly live them now.

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