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"He who fears he will suffer, suffers because he fears."
life is a mysterious circumstance. quite the peculiar situation.
because you never know what's coming next. it's unpredictable. it fools you, disguises itself, in the form of everything wrong with this world.
and yet that's what's most beautiful about it. the fact that it is the most powerful being in the universe.
the fact that it still cares for us, nurtures us. all the crimes, all the weaknesses - its all just life's way of preparing us. of making us stronger, ready for the actual reality.
and once the illusion is thrown away, discarded onto the side, do we truly see life for what it is.
a curse. and yet the biggest blessing.
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