We are born alone, and we will die alone.
We have seen too much, but shall never experience enough.
Everything rests in our hands, even though the palms are empty.
Our feet may walk another fifty-thousand miles, yet barely move an inch forward.
This mind is still, as it runs another daily marathon.
The world is beautiful, no matter how ugly it appears through our eyes. 
Life is a journey, we constantly forget we are traveling.
We are born together, and we will die together.


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