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Reverie

 


We are all just mere mortal encased in a mortal body, enthralled with the mundane, the rest live repetitive lives of mendacity, obssessed with superfluous material as if we live eternally. We are so infinitesimally small on this planet in this universe, why is there so much suffering in this world, we are so full of feelings and burdens to carry, in this vast never ending universe, your thoughts, people’s thoughts mean nothing, the problems that overwhelm us seem small, our little spec of existence can’t even control universe’s temperature, it's arrogant to think the world revolves around us. we are just balls of energy inside of our meat, every living thing are made up of energy, and energy never die.


Thus, spread positive energy.


.vic

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