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Yo, blog!
This is life, isn't it. This is what we all struggle for. To be free and uncontrolled. To be left to roam wherever one might wish. This is the fruit of our labour.
the only life we know
But it's a mere waste, isn't it. For in our freedom we create new problems, that need to be dealt with. New conflicts. New heartaches.
But it's nice in the beginning. Ascending that rift between labour and leisure.
Oh yes it feels good.
But now? What of life now? We are dying I suppose. Summer.. is dying.
And we can all look forward to another year in the abyss, just to feel that beautiful leap once more.
that tickling sensation
Perfection is temporary.
Stare at a beautiful picture long enough, and flaws will begin to appear.
This is life, isn't it. This is what we all struggle for. To be free and uncontrolled. To be left to roam wherever one might wish. This is the fruit of our labour.
the only life we know
But it's a mere waste, isn't it. For in our freedom we create new problems, that need to be dealt with. New conflicts. New heartaches.
But it's nice in the beginning. Ascending that rift between labour and leisure.
Oh yes it feels good.
But now? What of life now? We are dying I suppose. Summer.. is dying.
And we can all look forward to another year in the abyss, just to feel that beautiful leap once more.
that tickling sensation
Perfection is temporary.
Stare at a beautiful picture long enough, and flaws will begin to appear.
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